back, now i am finishing reposting the album

why? cuz i can

mostly i hate posting wips, so i am posting only finished stuff, so yeah

i got my head reworked, now i am embeded in that punk energy the system will not like, i am going to start throwing punk energy discharges, but when this happeded?

I got tired of the current guilty tryping mindset of the modern art ecosystem

the concept of the starving artist got devaluated and by so its nuance. so i decided getting into the middle point of the diacotomy of starving artists and posh artists. punk art, the idea of punk is part of the anarquist ideal, practically the word ethimologically had its origings as a slang for young delinquent, but such young delinquents took the word and twisted it into becoming theirs, so why not fuck the system megacorps made by doing pure unadultered art, real art, art that moves your feel bone, art that makes you cry, art with meaning.

i am a human being God dammit, my life has a meaning

is my birthday,quite the event, currently i dont fell nothing about it, just mere nothingless, quite worring

GOD lord i decided to enter a rabbit hole of philosofy, existencial, and mind stuff, my mind is chaos

thx aion, now I probaly become christian

I forgot the weakly updates, still worling, but i am sick, bloody wet artificial grass

you see, I am from argentina, and is spring and bc some fatasses can not walk they use their bloody car for a distance of 500 meters to the grocery store, now is hot outside, is not like someone mother is outside, but bc the bloody plasma ball in the sky sends theirs death rays of cancer and our defences are low bc of car culture, anyway, I am cooling like a fucking pc, wet towel in my massive back, my fan doing his job, happy spring

- got back to work on a commision
- mal0 is comming back
- reconfiguring most of my socials
- fuck twitter
- made this thing
- started the weekly updates
- made a instagram(you can find me by the same alias)
- never reveling my face