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It may at times strongly reflect actual events of my life, often how I honestly perceived them and display my genuine reactions. But not always and everything contained within should be treated as a fiction.

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Monday, 18 March 2019

I’m taking landscapes, I’m taking still lifes, I’m taking bad self-portraits

Finally did a thing, coming after a weird morning losing the fight against my brain. And also my little head after weird dreams - a sequel to a dream nights earlier where the semi-imaginary-one’s workmates tried to set me up with a nice transdude as they thought I should try dating someone nice -  leading to my sending some rather needy and desperate for validation texts to the semi-imaginary-one.  Like a creep/saddest-saddo-what-ever-sadded.

My brain is bad at the best of times.  Travel, and the tragedy back home, and the frustrations of family are making my brain worse.

Anyway, have some more bad self-portraits.










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