It's strange. The more I wreck the journal, the more beautiful I find it. Who knew destruction could be beautiful? More interestingly, the renewed devotion to destruction is thanks to a rather difficult time I'm currently going through. I'll let you create your own cliché about spiritual torment and art.
Anyhoo, here are some pics of the latest wrecky goodness!
* This may have been posted just over a year later, but when I wrote this entry, it was to the day. How weird is that?
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