They are all under control.

Dear Insomnia,

We didn't sleep again, despite our cocktail. That sucks. So what do you ask I did all evening? I've decided all of hollywood but a very slim few are all part of Illuminati, and Freemasons. And as if I didn't already think all of our devices numb us to one another and the outside, I way more do now.


If I die soon, It was them. I need to paint.

In Native legend if you went to an elder because you were depressed, they would ask these questions. When did you last dance? When did you last sing? When did you last create?

It's been years, everything in my storage unit from bouncing around. No space. It's some of the only time I remember myself being happy. I want to be happy again. I need to feel that again. I let someone take that part of me away and I need color to bring it back. I don't know what else to do.