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when we are met with barriers old and new, it is still important to keep traversing through.

and it may be tough and may take all of your energy, but you cannot throw away your progress and give up.

(and i am a hypocrite to some extent, with my self-isolation and such when i am met with stress and barriers, but overall what is important to just keep moving forward).

baby steps to success; every step, no matter how small, is still a victory ☮️🫀

when we are met with barriers old and new, it is still important to keep traversing through.

and it may be tough and may take all of your energy, but you cannot throw away your progress and give up.

(and i am a hypocrite to some extent, with my self-isolation and such when i am met with stress and barriers, but overall what is important to just keep moving forward).

baby steps to success; every step, no matter how small, is still a victory ☮️🫀

when we are met with barriers old and new, it is still important to keep traversing through.

and it may be tough and may take all of your energy, but you cannot throw away your progress and give up.

(and i am a hypocrite to some extent, with my self-isolation and such when i am met with stress and barriers, but overall what is important to just keep moving forward).

baby steps to success; every step, no matter how small, is still a victory ☮️🫀

when we are met with barriers old and new, it is still important to keep traversing through.

and it may be tough and may take all of your energy, but you cannot throw away your progress and give up.

(and i am a hypocrite to some extent, with my self-isolation and such when i am met with stress and barriers, but overall what is important to just keep moving forward).

baby steps to success; every step, no matter how small, is still a victory ☮️🫀

when we are met with barriers old and new, it is still important to keep traversing through.

and it may be tough and may take all of your energy, but you cannot throw away your progress and give up.

(and i am a hypocrite to some extent, with my self-isolation and such when i am met with stress and barriers, but overall what is important to just keep moving forward).

baby steps to success; every step, no matter how small, is still a victory ☮️🫀

when we are met with barriers old and new, it is still important to keep traversing through.

and it may be tough and may take all of your energy, but you cannot throw away your progress and give up.

(and i am a hypocrite to some extent, with my self-isolation and such when i am met with stress and barriers, but overall what is important to just keep moving forward).

baby steps to success; every step, no matter how small, is still a victory ☮️🫀

Being positive is a very hard thing do (especially given the state of the world and this country)

Some of the things that have given me joy and positivity lately:
-Artemis II’s lunar journey
-Alysa Liu winning gold (such an inspiration)
-Smiling Friends
-Bob’s Burgers
-Pink Floyd / The Beach Boys
-My amazing friendos 🫀
-My Art
-Moody

I owe a lot to Charlie Chaplin.He inspired me at 13 to start filmmaking and he’s the reason why I’m in Los Angeles.

One of my favourite quotes from him is:

“You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.” (Great Dictator, 1940)

We each have a beautiful light that flickers inside of us.Even in times of woe and pain, there shall always be a light.

Baby steps to success;

Being positive is a very hard thing do (especially given the state of the world and this country)

Some of the things that have given me joy and positivity lately:
-Artemis II’s lunar journey
-Alysa Liu winning gold (such an inspiration)
-Smiling Friends
-Bob’s Burgers
-Pink Floyd / The Beach Boys
-My amazing friendos 🫀
-My Art
-Moody

I owe a lot to Charlie Chaplin.He inspired me at 13 to start filmmaking and he’s the reason why I’m in Los Angeles.

One of my favourite quotes from him is:

“You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.” (Great Dictator, 1940)

We each have a beautiful light that flickers inside of us.Even in times of woe and pain, there shall always be a light.

Baby steps to success;

Being positive is a very hard thing do (especially given the state of the world and this country)

Some of the things that have given me joy and positivity lately:
-Artemis II’s lunar journey
-Alysa Liu winning gold (such an inspiration)
-Smiling Friends
-Bob’s Burgers
-Pink Floyd / The Beach Boys
-My amazing friendos 🫀
-My Art
-Moody

I owe a lot to Charlie Chaplin.He inspired me at 13 to start filmmaking and he’s the reason why I’m in Los Angeles.

One of my favourite quotes from him is:

“You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.” (Great Dictator, 1940)

We each have a beautiful light that flickers inside of us.Even in times of woe and pain, there shall always be a light.

Baby steps to success;

Being positive is a very hard thing do (especially given the state of the world and this country)

Some of the things that have given me joy and positivity lately:
-Artemis II’s lunar journey
-Alysa Liu winning gold (such an inspiration)
-Smiling Friends
-Bob’s Burgers
-Pink Floyd / The Beach Boys
-My amazing friendos 🫀
-My Art
-Moody

I owe a lot to Charlie Chaplin.He inspired me at 13 to start filmmaking and he’s the reason why I’m in Los Angeles.

One of my favourite quotes from him is:

“You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.” (Great Dictator, 1940)

We each have a beautiful light that flickers inside of us.Even in times of woe and pain, there shall always be a light.

Baby steps to success;

Being positive is a very hard thing do (especially given the state of the world and this country)

Some of the things that have given me joy and positivity lately:
-Artemis II’s lunar journey
-Alysa Liu winning gold (such an inspiration)
-Smiling Friends
-Bob’s Burgers
-Pink Floyd / The Beach Boys
-My amazing friendos 🫀
-My Art
-Moody

I owe a lot to Charlie Chaplin.He inspired me at 13 to start filmmaking and he’s the reason why I’m in Los Angeles.

One of my favourite quotes from him is:

“You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.” (Great Dictator, 1940)

We each have a beautiful light that flickers inside of us.Even in times of woe and pain, there shall always be a light.

Baby steps to success;

Being positive is a very hard thing do (especially given the state of the world and this country)

Some of the things that have given me joy and positivity lately:
-Artemis II’s lunar journey
-Alysa Liu winning gold (such an inspiration)
-Smiling Friends
-Bob’s Burgers
-Pink Floyd / The Beach Boys
-My amazing friendos 🫀
-My Art
-Moody

I owe a lot to Charlie Chaplin.He inspired me at 13 to start filmmaking and he’s the reason why I’m in Los Angeles.

One of my favourite quotes from him is:

“You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.” (Great Dictator, 1940)

We each have a beautiful light that flickers inside of us.Even in times of woe and pain, there shall always be a light.

Baby steps to success;

Being positive is a very hard thing do (especially given the state of the world and this country)

Some of the things that have given me joy and positivity lately:
-Artemis II’s lunar journey
-Alysa Liu winning gold (such an inspiration)
-Smiling Friends
-Bob’s Burgers
-Pink Floyd / The Beach Boys
-My amazing friendos 🫀
-My Art
-Moody

I owe a lot to Charlie Chaplin.He inspired me at 13 to start filmmaking and he’s the reason why I’m in Los Angeles.

One of my favourite quotes from him is:

“You, the people have the power - the power to create machines. The power to create happiness! You, the people, have the power to make this life free and beautiful, to make this life a wonderful adventure.” (Great Dictator, 1940)

We each have a beautiful light that flickers inside of us.Even in times of woe and pain, there shall always be a light.

Baby steps to success;

TDOV: coming out saved me 🏳️‍⚧️
I love my trans community
Trans joy is resistance
Chosen family is everything
I love being trans… I love all the lil trans ppl in my phone

#Trans #tdov #t4t #transgenderdayofvisibility #transgender

In May of 2017 I decided to make a film called “(self) Pity.” At the time, I was inspired by the avant-garde films of Warhol and Ono, whilst trying to find a healthy coping mechanism for a lot of the pain I was going through at that time.

Originally, the film was focused on abuse — one character forces the other to wear a mask, indicating complete control.Somewhere along the writing process, I decided to have a make the victim femme.This was likely because, at the time, I was secretly experimenting with my gender expression.I purchased ELF makeup and a floral sundress from Family Fare, and felt pure blissful freedom.

There is a large and loud opinion in this country (and world) that “Trans kids do not exist.” This sentiment is completely false. “(self) Pity” blatantly showcases a Trans girl on screen.

Today is #transdayofvisibility — March 31st, 2026.Trans people of all ages have, do, and will forever exist.The need to use such a small, vulnerable population as nothing but a scapegoat for the horrors of the country / world, is nothing but pure evil and disgusting.

Our President is in the Epstein Files.Our President has a proven history of abusing children, and yet, it is Trans people who are called monsters and who “mutilate and abuse children.”

One of the first Nazi book burnings destroyed the knowledge and information from the Institute for Sexual Science (Institut für Sexualwissenschaft) in May of 1933.Weimar Germany was full of Trans people living life beautifully, and, once he rose to power, Hitler stole all of that (amongst the many lives of Trans Women, who were subsequently branded with the PINK TRIANGLE and sent to their death in concentration camps — and yet most historians gloss over it all and lump the Trans victims with that of Gay men).

Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera gave the world the Queer Revolution in 1969 at Stonewall.There would be no LGBTQIA+ today, without the “T.”

God Bless Trans People and we shall forever continue our fight for visibility, equality, and equity 🏳️‍⚧️

In May of 2017 I decided to make a film called “(self) Pity.” At the time, I was inspired by the avant-garde films of Warhol and Ono, whilst trying to find a healthy coping mechanism for a lot of the pain I was going through at that time.

Originally, the film was focused on abuse — one character forces the other to wear a mask, indicating complete control.Somewhere along the writing process, I decided to have a make the victim femme.This was likely because, at the time, I was secretly experimenting with my gender expression.I purchased ELF makeup and a floral sundress from Family Fare, and felt pure blissful freedom.

There is a large and loud opinion in this country (and world) that “Trans kids do not exist.” This sentiment is completely false. “(self) Pity” blatantly showcases a Trans girl on screen.

Today is #transdayofvisibility — March 31st, 2026.Trans people of all ages have, do, and will forever exist.The need to use such a small, vulnerable population as nothing but a scapegoat for the horrors of the country / world, is nothing but pure evil and disgusting.

Our President is in the Epstein Files.Our President has a proven history of abusing children, and yet, it is Trans people who are called monsters and who “mutilate and abuse children.”

One of the first Nazi book burnings destroyed the knowledge and information from the Institute for Sexual Science (Institut für Sexualwissenschaft) in May of 1933.Weimar Germany was full of Trans people living life beautifully, and, once he rose to power, Hitler stole all of that (amongst the many lives of Trans Women, who were subsequently branded with the PINK TRIANGLE and sent to their death in concentration camps — and yet most historians gloss over it all and lump the Trans victims with that of Gay men).

Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera gave the world the Queer Revolution in 1969 at Stonewall.There would be no LGBTQIA+ today, without the “T.”

God Bless Trans People and we shall forever continue our fight for visibility, equality, and equity 🏳️‍⚧️

In May of 2017 I decided to make a film called “(self) Pity.” At the time, I was inspired by the avant-garde films of Warhol and Ono, whilst trying to find a healthy coping mechanism for a lot of the pain I was going through at that time.

Originally, the film was focused on abuse — one character forces the other to wear a mask, indicating complete control.Somewhere along the writing process, I decided to have a make the victim femme.This was likely because, at the time, I was secretly experimenting with my gender expression.I purchased ELF makeup and a floral sundress from Family Fare, and felt pure blissful freedom.

There is a large and loud opinion in this country (and world) that “Trans kids do not exist.” This sentiment is completely false. “(self) Pity” blatantly showcases a Trans girl on screen.

Today is #transdayofvisibility — March 31st, 2026.Trans people of all ages have, do, and will forever exist.The need to use such a small, vulnerable population as nothing but a scapegoat for the horrors of the country / world, is nothing but pure evil and disgusting.

Our President is in the Epstein Files.Our President has a proven history of abusing children, and yet, it is Trans people who are called monsters and who “mutilate and abuse children.”

One of the first Nazi book burnings destroyed the knowledge and information from the Institute for Sexual Science (Institut für Sexualwissenschaft) in May of 1933.Weimar Germany was full of Trans people living life beautifully, and, once he rose to power, Hitler stole all of that (amongst the many lives of Trans Women, who were subsequently branded with the PINK TRIANGLE and sent to their death in concentration camps — and yet most historians gloss over it all and lump the Trans victims with that of Gay men).

Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera gave the world the Queer Revolution in 1969 at Stonewall.There would be no LGBTQIA+ today, without the “T.”

God Bless Trans People and we shall forever continue our fight for visibility, equality, and equity 🏳️‍⚧️

In May of 2017 I decided to make a film called “(self) Pity.” At the time, I was inspired by the avant-garde films of Warhol and Ono, whilst trying to find a healthy coping mechanism for a lot of the pain I was going through at that time.

Originally, the film was focused on abuse — one character forces the other to wear a mask, indicating complete control.Somewhere along the writing process, I decided to have a make the victim femme.This was likely because, at the time, I was secretly experimenting with my gender expression.I purchased ELF makeup and a floral sundress from Family Fare, and felt pure blissful freedom.

There is a large and loud opinion in this country (and world) that “Trans kids do not exist.” This sentiment is completely false. “(self) Pity” blatantly showcases a Trans girl on screen.

Today is #transdayofvisibility — March 31st, 2026.Trans people of all ages have, do, and will forever exist.The need to use such a small, vulnerable population as nothing but a scapegoat for the horrors of the country / world, is nothing but pure evil and disgusting.

Our President is in the Epstein Files.Our President has a proven history of abusing children, and yet, it is Trans people who are called monsters and who “mutilate and abuse children.”

One of the first Nazi book burnings destroyed the knowledge and information from the Institute for Sexual Science (Institut für Sexualwissenschaft) in May of 1933.Weimar Germany was full of Trans people living life beautifully, and, once he rose to power, Hitler stole all of that (amongst the many lives of Trans Women, who were subsequently branded with the PINK TRIANGLE and sent to their death in concentration camps — and yet most historians gloss over it all and lump the Trans victims with that of Gay men).

Marsha P. Johnson and Sylvia Rivera gave the world the Queer Revolution in 1969 at Stonewall.There would be no LGBTQIA+ today, without the “T.”

God Bless Trans People and we shall forever continue our fight for visibility, equality, and equity 🏳️‍⚧️

April will see the release of some new music for MENTHOL DOLL.

There should be atleast five songs releasing either in a Double EP or an Album.

Some of these songs were shelved a while back and have been reworked for this upcoming release.

The clip featured here, is from a song called “Butterflies in My Tummy.”

Please stay tuned!
🚬🫀

April will see the release of some new music for MENTHOL DOLL.

There should be atleast five songs releasing either in a Double EP or an Album.

Some of these songs were shelved a while back and have been reworked for this upcoming release.

The clip featured here, is from a song called “Butterflies in My Tummy.”

Please stay tuned!
🚬🫀

April will see the release of some new music for MENTHOL DOLL.

There should be atleast five songs releasing either in a Double EP or an Album.

Some of these songs were shelved a while back and have been reworked for this upcoming release.

The clip featured here, is from a song called “Butterflies in My Tummy.”

Please stay tuned!
🚬🫀

“Toad & Co. Episode Three: Vega-Tables”

Charlie Celery meets Brian Wilson and Paul McCartney

Sight / Sound by Parker Ivy Wanamaker
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#beachboys #comedy #funny #paulmccartney #veggietales

“Toad & Co. Episode Two: Fly Pie”

Sight / Sound by Me.

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#funny #comedy #drawing #omnichord #skit

Toad&Co. Episode One
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#2danimation #omnichord #animation #skit #aftereffects

Chosen Family is quite important — to not only me, but to so many people.

Despite all that I went through in my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood — regarding my Blood family — I am so grateful for the various people who were or who are in my life currently.

I spent twenty six years of my life trying to appease and my make my Blood Family proud — despite abuse and neglect.But at the end of the day, why be Icarus? Why fly to the sun, when I know I can never reach?

I have a rather unique relationship with loneliness.For most of my life, I have felt this existential loneliness that I have more or less grown comfortably numb to.I dip into self-isolation rather easily when presented with difficult or traumatic events.Given all of that, my close confidants reel me back in — thankfully.

It’s almost been a month since I had my mini-stroke scare.I have been scheduling various tests and appointments to get to the bottom of this all.My Primary Care Doctor, Neurologist, and Cardiologist all point to the sign of a blood clot somewhere.Next steps are an MRI, MRA, Ultrasound for Neck and Heart, Baby Asprin, etc.

With having gone through that scare, it has given me a whole slew of thoughts and emotions — including adding to my existential loneliness (and I am rather not comfortably numb to this).

At the end of the day, it is all about “baby steps to success.” Do I think I am going to die from this? No.Did I in the moment? Yes.What matters is that I am doing what I need to do to get healthy.

In other news, I’m trying to make more art: music, 2D anim, etc. and collaborations are brewing.I may put out an EP soon.Art has always been a tool for me to cope with the most difficult things.

Thank you to my Chosen Family — you know who you are — and thank you for everyone reading this.It’s all ever so crazy.Life is precious, and a month ago, I finally realized such.Remember to find joy and happiness, even in the darkness;

☮️🫀

Chosen Family is quite important — to not only me, but to so many people.

Despite all that I went through in my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood — regarding my Blood family — I am so grateful for the various people who were or who are in my life currently.

I spent twenty six years of my life trying to appease and my make my Blood Family proud — despite abuse and neglect.But at the end of the day, why be Icarus? Why fly to the sun, when I know I can never reach?

I have a rather unique relationship with loneliness.For most of my life, I have felt this existential loneliness that I have more or less grown comfortably numb to.I dip into self-isolation rather easily when presented with difficult or traumatic events.Given all of that, my close confidants reel me back in — thankfully.

It’s almost been a month since I had my mini-stroke scare.I have been scheduling various tests and appointments to get to the bottom of this all.My Primary Care Doctor, Neurologist, and Cardiologist all point to the sign of a blood clot somewhere.Next steps are an MRI, MRA, Ultrasound for Neck and Heart, Baby Asprin, etc.

With having gone through that scare, it has given me a whole slew of thoughts and emotions — including adding to my existential loneliness (and I am rather not comfortably numb to this).

At the end of the day, it is all about “baby steps to success.” Do I think I am going to die from this? No.Did I in the moment? Yes.What matters is that I am doing what I need to do to get healthy.

In other news, I’m trying to make more art: music, 2D anim, etc. and collaborations are brewing.I may put out an EP soon.Art has always been a tool for me to cope with the most difficult things.

Thank you to my Chosen Family — you know who you are — and thank you for everyone reading this.It’s all ever so crazy.Life is precious, and a month ago, I finally realized such.Remember to find joy and happiness, even in the darkness;

☮️🫀

Chosen Family is quite important — to not only me, but to so many people.

Despite all that I went through in my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood — regarding my Blood family — I am so grateful for the various people who were or who are in my life currently.

I spent twenty six years of my life trying to appease and my make my Blood Family proud — despite abuse and neglect.But at the end of the day, why be Icarus? Why fly to the sun, when I know I can never reach?

I have a rather unique relationship with loneliness.For most of my life, I have felt this existential loneliness that I have more or less grown comfortably numb to.I dip into self-isolation rather easily when presented with difficult or traumatic events.Given all of that, my close confidants reel me back in — thankfully.

It’s almost been a month since I had my mini-stroke scare.I have been scheduling various tests and appointments to get to the bottom of this all.My Primary Care Doctor, Neurologist, and Cardiologist all point to the sign of a blood clot somewhere.Next steps are an MRI, MRA, Ultrasound for Neck and Heart, Baby Asprin, etc.

With having gone through that scare, it has given me a whole slew of thoughts and emotions — including adding to my existential loneliness (and I am rather not comfortably numb to this).

At the end of the day, it is all about “baby steps to success.” Do I think I am going to die from this? No.Did I in the moment? Yes.What matters is that I am doing what I need to do to get healthy.

In other news, I’m trying to make more art: music, 2D anim, etc. and collaborations are brewing.I may put out an EP soon.Art has always been a tool for me to cope with the most difficult things.

Thank you to my Chosen Family — you know who you are — and thank you for everyone reading this.It’s all ever so crazy.Life is precious, and a month ago, I finally realized such.Remember to find joy and happiness, even in the darkness;

☮️🫀

Chosen Family is quite important — to not only me, but to so many people.

Despite all that I went through in my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood — regarding my Blood family — I am so grateful for the various people who were or who are in my life currently.

I spent twenty six years of my life trying to appease and my make my Blood Family proud — despite abuse and neglect.But at the end of the day, why be Icarus? Why fly to the sun, when I know I can never reach?

I have a rather unique relationship with loneliness.For most of my life, I have felt this existential loneliness that I have more or less grown comfortably numb to.I dip into self-isolation rather easily when presented with difficult or traumatic events.Given all of that, my close confidants reel me back in — thankfully.

It’s almost been a month since I had my mini-stroke scare.I have been scheduling various tests and appointments to get to the bottom of this all.My Primary Care Doctor, Neurologist, and Cardiologist all point to the sign of a blood clot somewhere.Next steps are an MRI, MRA, Ultrasound for Neck and Heart, Baby Asprin, etc.

With having gone through that scare, it has given me a whole slew of thoughts and emotions — including adding to my existential loneliness (and I am rather not comfortably numb to this).

At the end of the day, it is all about “baby steps to success.” Do I think I am going to die from this? No.Did I in the moment? Yes.What matters is that I am doing what I need to do to get healthy.

In other news, I’m trying to make more art: music, 2D anim, etc. and collaborations are brewing.I may put out an EP soon.Art has always been a tool for me to cope with the most difficult things.

Thank you to my Chosen Family — you know who you are — and thank you for everyone reading this.It’s all ever so crazy.Life is precious, and a month ago, I finally realized such.Remember to find joy and happiness, even in the darkness;

☮️🫀

Chosen Family is quite important — to not only me, but to so many people.

Despite all that I went through in my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood — regarding my Blood family — I am so grateful for the various people who were or who are in my life currently.

I spent twenty six years of my life trying to appease and my make my Blood Family proud — despite abuse and neglect.But at the end of the day, why be Icarus? Why fly to the sun, when I know I can never reach?

I have a rather unique relationship with loneliness.For most of my life, I have felt this existential loneliness that I have more or less grown comfortably numb to.I dip into self-isolation rather easily when presented with difficult or traumatic events.Given all of that, my close confidants reel me back in — thankfully.

It’s almost been a month since I had my mini-stroke scare.I have been scheduling various tests and appointments to get to the bottom of this all.My Primary Care Doctor, Neurologist, and Cardiologist all point to the sign of a blood clot somewhere.Next steps are an MRI, MRA, Ultrasound for Neck and Heart, Baby Asprin, etc.

With having gone through that scare, it has given me a whole slew of thoughts and emotions — including adding to my existential loneliness (and I am rather not comfortably numb to this).

At the end of the day, it is all about “baby steps to success.” Do I think I am going to die from this? No.Did I in the moment? Yes.What matters is that I am doing what I need to do to get healthy.

In other news, I’m trying to make more art: music, 2D anim, etc. and collaborations are brewing.I may put out an EP soon.Art has always been a tool for me to cope with the most difficult things.

Thank you to my Chosen Family — you know who you are — and thank you for everyone reading this.It’s all ever so crazy.Life is precious, and a month ago, I finally realized such.Remember to find joy and happiness, even in the darkness;

☮️🫀

Chosen Family is quite important — to not only me, but to so many people.

Despite all that I went through in my childhood, adolescence, and adulthood — regarding my Blood family — I am so grateful for the various people who were or who are in my life currently.

I spent twenty six years of my life trying to appease and my make my Blood Family proud — despite abuse and neglect.But at the end of the day, why be Icarus? Why fly to the sun, when I know I can never reach?

I have a rather unique relationship with loneliness.For most of my life, I have felt this existential loneliness that I have more or less grown comfortably numb to.I dip into self-isolation rather easily when presented with difficult or traumatic events.Given all of that, my close confidants reel me back in — thankfully.

It’s almost been a month since I had my mini-stroke scare.I have been scheduling various tests and appointments to get to the bottom of this all.My Primary Care Doctor, Neurologist, and Cardiologist all point to the sign of a blood clot somewhere.Next steps are an MRI, MRA, Ultrasound for Neck and Heart, Baby Asprin, etc.

With having gone through that scare, it has given me a whole slew of thoughts and emotions — including adding to my existential loneliness (and I am rather not comfortably numb to this).

At the end of the day, it is all about “baby steps to success.” Do I think I am going to die from this? No.Did I in the moment? Yes.What matters is that I am doing what I need to do to get healthy.

In other news, I’m trying to make more art: music, 2D anim, etc. and collaborations are brewing.I may put out an EP soon.Art has always been a tool for me to cope with the most difficult things.

Thank you to my Chosen Family — you know who you are — and thank you for everyone reading this.It’s all ever so crazy.Life is precious, and a month ago, I finally realized such.Remember to find joy and happiness, even in the darkness;

☮️🫀

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

*potential TW *

{nostalgia is like barbed wire
protection from the present
but a prison of the past…}

i reflect back on years before when life seemed mellow.2019, when i lived in savannah, life seemed fresh and new and everything felt so free and open.i lived in a fantasy in which i was going to be a well-respected director and writer, who was going to make coming-of-age stories and win awards and make my mother proud.

life felt boundless.i was a pioneer artistically who sought to change the world as best as i saw.

these photos showcased such: a young man who felt safe and knew that the future was to be ever so bright.at 19, i had everything mapped out and felt like the king of the world.

at 26 i feel as though i am but a shell of who i once was.no longer is there the thirst to create meaningful art and change the world.now, everything is nothing but routine.i reflect back at everything — minor and major.after all, my goal was to always be a history teacher.inspiration is the key to life.others inspired me. and so i feel as though my life’s purpose is to do the same.

on the 7th of february, a very crazy occurrence happened.i felt a peculiar sensation throughly the entire right side of my body.everything seemed incoherent.everything pointed me into the direction of the feeling of death.i struggled to walk, talk, listen, and felt an abrupt paralysis wash over my right side.never once, in my life, had i ever felt so close to dying.

irony.so much irony.since i was 11 years old, i began to explore the thoughts of suicide, before attempting such at 17.for 15 years, i’ve dabbled with thoughts of ending it all, and yet, when i felt as if god was showing me it was my time, i felt truly frightened.

i am to see a neurologist soon.many signs are pointing to T.I.A — transient ischemic attack — everything is ever so ironic.but that is life.life is not perfect or free or fully beautiful.life is life.what is important is what we make of it.finding joy and bringing joy onto those who need it the most. (continued…)

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

standing where the Wilson brothers lived.where the music was born.in this house, Brian, Dennis, and Carl were abused by their father Murray.his voice and fist, however, did not stop the magic that the Wilson Brothers had (however, their father’s abuse had a lasting impact on each of them through their career / adult life, until each of their deaths).

my first Beach Boys album was “Smiley Smile,” which I traded for a bunch of stuff at The Corner Record Store, before leaving Michigan behind, to move to North Carolina.

in the following decade, i listened to more Beach Boys songs and albums, and learned their complicated story and journey from that house to where they are now.

they say one should not have idols or whatnot, but at the end of the day, Brian Wilson is my idol.he was very flawed:he became so engrossed with drugs to self medicate his pain, he wasn’t the best father to his two daughters early in their childhood, and he sometimes wrote some by-today’s-standards cringe lyrics.but i too am flawed.

SMiLE, Pet Sounds, and Love You are crucial listens to me because of their honesty and introspection.with the help of his brothers, cousin Mike, friend Al, neighbour David, Bruce, Blondie, and Ricky, Brian further changed music — built off the backs of Chuck Berry, The Four Freshman, etc.

thank you Brian, Dennis, and Carl for showing me that, even with an abusive upbringing, there is still Love and Mercy.

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;

…
ego comes
ego goes

born from love
born from hate

circles we walk
circles we break

pictures we take
pictures we give

story that ends
story that begins;