#168

W odpowiedzi na pytanie z #165 - jedną stronę robię 3-4 godziny, sporadycznie, kilka razy w roku.

And now to the content it self.

I am currently watching "Greatest movie ever sold" about product placement and forced advertising in our life (well, mostly American and excluding Sao Paulo which prohibited any advertising from the urban life).
To not spoil this comedy-document, nowadays brands are only names and I dunno of you people, but I believe only few labels nowadays and compared to my low budget life, I actually don't give a fuck about products at all.
Frugo is the exception as it made huge comeback after years so yeah, taste of the frolic years of the childhood - Frugo (this is private statement and apparently, amazing catch phrase).

If anyone would expect me to say: "I am so fucking busy I had to appoint breathing breaks" it would be a total lie but as well this sounds neat. Recently my spoke words are reaching better levels but my concentration is below lowest bottom.
My mind is constantly under state similar to the one you got when still in bed, not sleeping, not awake yet knowing what to do BUT still closer to dreaming then being awake. In other words I am fucked up and absent minded whole time when awake.
And making anything creative is fucking heavy. FUCKING HEAVY. Yet, picking more and more on my shoulder. Crap me I am dumb.

Zen.

Yeah, this shit is bananas "don't think and think" and "just keep moving forward" and so on.
Really, "don't leave home without it" and come down.

It is stress.
I build up Gargantua x Godzilla of stress in my mind so the pressure just fucks me back piling more fucking tension. That's why I am so god damned looking forward to the upcoming vacation house drinking party talking in the next week.

After this I'll scan some post stamps and make myself cheese toast on the frying pan - fuck you Gaylmerd Fudd :I