Hey hey where you at? Lets do this outta order...

im a shrinking violet at times but whrnce it comes from lonely times im at disorder but i feel like i should be draped in cloths of quirky embellishments and embevelled with clooms. The staunchy disorder i feel when theres too much clutter and i cant encase it with attitude makes me a bad artist. I feel i should be working with different mediums.

I know im at lost with my mediums when stitches of array come from my debilitating medicine. Its not soulful enough for me and my art be at bay. I just wanna scream because brethren isnt what i need. Once youve become comfortable with your own sef through spirituality theres a freedom from concubine. I never needed touch but i know how to dazzle the eyes. Not the grotesque picture but the one made below it but i know how to grab people by the eye with photography. 

This ^^^^^^be one of my prized possessions from after the hospital which no one needed. If you be all right with your spirituality then the hospital is a concubine. Ive surrendered myself enough to that place. I know how to live alone indepth pictures not needed as you can see below i go deep into my metaphyical self with my art. I just need my mediums of choice.