Said we're both tied to our own trees / cut me loose, cut me loose

I can't rely -- perhaps I can't decide

For this train never arrives and

all of my lines have been stolen

Yesterday I hated doing lettering and today it feels refreshingly orderly; wtf brain.
This is gonna be a business carrrrd

*buckles down*

Little beast, are you wild as me?
Left some teeth in your enemies
We won't be broken
There's no curse we haven't spoken
There is no oath, there is no spell
To deliver us, to make us well

Anatoli, do you miss the cold war?

DRAWING SPREE CONTINUES, often into the wee hours (uuuuhghhh). Trying to quit smoking again (bluhh). Finishing up some paintings tomorrow if the weather stays nice?

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH I HAVE LIKE A MONTH LEFT AND I HAVEN'T PRINTED ANYTHING YET AAAAAAAAUGHFFFFF

*Runs around frantically*

Sometimes I hate myself for trying to be so bold,

but nothing ever seems to get this story told

(Hey lover, hey lover, hey lover, hey lover, 

Hey lover, hey lover, hey lover, hey lover)

I'll never tell her when she plays a song I never heard

because I always learn the music and forget the words

but I want to ride with her, and I wish I sung that well

Just copy, paste, Google-search, and send it to myself