Turns out it wasn't just that Inktober thing! Life's crazy lately. Basically. But in a good way. BRB to this blogging thing...

So once again this thing is done! New tag and all.

It was a bit different this year, with audio instead of art... actually I did art as well as audio, but the latter hasn't been posted here yet. Okay it's been posted too now.

I didn't stray a day while away in Lithuania during the middle of the month this time, though what a coincidence I'd be away in Lithuania this October too? You can hear a verse recorded in my hotel room there. Actually it wasn't Lithuania at all, it was Estonia. My bad. I did take a trip to Lithuania too, though, some other month...

Either way the Inktober stuff's both done and fun with now. I didn't get to trying anything similar to the DS thing back in 2017, but maybe next year. Two projects in parallel is good enough. I'm pretty proud. Fought a cold twice, persevered; made it through!

Drawing art is really not half as hard as audio. You can do the latter even if you're bedridden or away. No state a limit. No place no finish. The race diminished. High praise and... tiredness. I'll rest.

You can check out last Inktober here if you like.

Happy Halloween.

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Look man, I've got a lot of ghosts in my head,
Whole book of scary stories that won't close till I'm dead.
And they keep on coming back to haunt me lately,
I relate, Chutney, when you say you're a baby.
I've got so much remorse in store that it's crazy,
Though sticks and stones and all of that shit don't phaze me,
I got an armor that's strong like an ox
But on the inside I'm constantly doxed.
By myself! Check my ego, regrow.
People in the world they bleed but I don't.
I'm cold. Set my heart to stone to be strong,
Yet atone when I wrong, feel so phony and lost,
I was so happy and naive when I was three!
Grew up quick though and now I see!
Society's fucked up and I ain't free!
But is THAT real, is the only evil ME?
That tells me to feel, or not feel, what's not real.
Thank God I got peers - gathered up a lot here,
Haven't cried in years but I've stocked tears!
Coming out the box when my block tears,
Built me up to rock though.

Card soldier but I will not fold.
Go hard. Discard me tardy when it's over.
I don't party I'm sober.
Want to live a fun life though - the hardest rollercoaster.
And I'll learn to be real.
Learn to feel real. Learn to bleed out,
So I get new blood flowing in my cables.
Vented out I'm powderdowning now.
I'll see you later.

Ghosts...

Happy Halloween y'all.

Clean version here.

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