I felt bad about being at home for the entire holyday, but without having done anything. You can call me by any name you want but Sloth would be the best I think.
I have nothing really important to say, I'm in a really imaginary period, I have a lot of ideas if you like, but I don't want to take the time to transform them into paper and material creation. Perhaps it's because in my mind is always better than what I manage to produce in the end, that now I don't have the strengh or the bravery to transform ideas into deviations...
I'll wave you when I'll of the courage of stopping being a coward toward myself, or when I'll have finished my metaphysical questionning.
For now I started the next dA dude (6th or 7th I think), but I did only one square and the draft... I have a great idea for a poem, I'm having ideas for every lines, but I don't write anything because I'm too pride thinking I'll think of a better one... Or I'm just too deseperate to write, because I'll find the poem worthless in the end, when written. The beautiful thing with keeping it in my mind, it has no distinct shape and in the and I think it's perfect (a really perfect illusion)...
So I'll try to submit soon...

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TO DO:
- Le diamant chauve (Page 2): 60%
-dAD 6: 10%
-Retour au pays (le poème de mon esprit)00%

COMING SOONER OR LATER :
- Musical Pictures
- Photography
- dA dudes
- Poemes
- The Cave part 2-5-6 (In flash)

CLUB TO WHICH I BELONG: