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Thursday May 24th 2012, 10:12 pmBurnt blindly bleary. Gritty granulated gruff. Dry dusty dragging. Not wanting to function, every twitch of movement pushes little agitators around, and streaks across the scratchy tenderized tissue. Attempting to focus on whats in front of me, blinking rapidly only to have smears of whatever block my view. Blink some more, gaining temporary sight through swollen lids. Some days allergen irritants attack with fervor, like hundreds of tiny insurgents using sandblasters as weapons on my vision, causing me to feel as if I’m half blind, never good since I’ve severely bad sight to begin with. And really never good when having to draw, the black lines vibrate against the white of the paper, nothing is coherent. But I plough on through, allowing my mind to make educated choices of techniques through the haze, knowing I can always touch it up later when feeling more normal.
My Eyes Tell Me To Fuck Off!
May 24th 2012
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