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I might go back to jail. The people who know me know how to get in contact. Please write me and stay in touch, thanks.
To update, I'm doing the best I can *not* to, but nothing is certain. It's in God's hands now. I'm not overly worried, but that's just me because I have faith and I know that there's nothing that can be done that is too much for me to handle. I'd much rather have my freedom, no doubt, but it's whatever happens. I keep my faith regardless.
To update, I'm doing the best I can *not* to, but nothing is certain. It's in God's hands now. I'm not overly worried, but that's just me because I have faith and I know that there's nothing that can be done that is too much for me to handle. I'd much rather have my freedom, no doubt, but it's whatever happens. I keep my faith regardless.
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private drawings such as sketches, portraits and various handmade drawings. Due to the fact that it is not possible to hide folders, I decided to use this form of collecting my works
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Adjusting to the free world...again...
Every time I'm locked up I spend the whole time making plans about what I'm going to do so that my life matters. Every time I tell myself (and all the other woods I sit around bullshitting with...heh, I guess that's why they call it bullshitting) that I'm going to do things differently. No more dope, no more guns, no more wasting my time with bullshit cats and trifling hos, that I'm going to aim for the sky, make my dreams come true, do this, do that. It's easy to be brave about how you gonna do things when you don't have to do anything other than bang hard through the day, hustle up your little bit to make it, and play all the convict games
I AM BACK BITCHES!!! FTW 2316 LR AND ALL THAT...
Well, I just got out of bitch-ass trash unit Pam Lychner. Seven months, not too bad. But boy is that place trash! Crackheads, bullshit Woods, trash-ass Bloods, roaching and scheming idiots, and a whole fuckload of people that just ain't about this life but still feel the need to take penitentiary chances regardless. Hey, it ain't my fault you smoked up your mom's lawnmower, took your girl's last hit, and then got arrested fuckers!!! Or any of the other classic examples of the bullshit I've had to deal with in the past half-yearish sentence.
Anyways, I'm back and going hard already. Only been out about 5 hours. Drunk. Loving life. I'll holler
Gone for a while
I will be more or less out of touch for 6 months or so. I would appreciate mail (physical mail - no internet where I will be) from you. For my address contact mjrhome@gmail.com.
If anyone wonders where I've been...
It's mostly been "away from here" because dA was consuming most of my creative energy and therefore reducing the amount of actual art I created. But I've also been to jail, nearly lost my legs (some sort of circulatory problems [that's a tentative diagnosis, the best one that doctors came up with over the course of about 12-13 months of hellish lesions, abscesses, and infections that have left my legs cratered with even more scars than they had before; unbelievably, doctors are unwilling to do much work in finding out what's wrong with you unless you place yourself completely in their hands, and despite that fact that I made myself completely
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Stab a guard in the eye for me!
...Shit, did I say that out loud?
...Shit, did I say that out loud?