bad boy rrrr
Что эти голуби делают?


Почему они занимаются тем, что должна делать я? Страдать фигнёй разрешается только мне.
What am I doing? Why am I doing this? Why is everything so damaging? Did I forgot how to draw? Why do I draw Bobs? Hmm …..
- the voice in my head does not stop. He speaks, speaks, says, points the way, at times praises, at times drives, but when I finally come to my thoughts to realize my position, he cuts everything off: “What a nonsense!”. And then I’m drifting again in this madness.
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