Crushing Boredom Renders Nerd Mute

BASICALLY. Nothing to do, nothing to write about, apart from vague ideas that I forget as soon as I sit down in front of a keyboard, and if I don't forget them, I smother them in a frot-board of swearing.

Today, neither.
I'm going to show myself this picture. I drew it. it is a record cover. And I like it. I know I'm not supposed to start a sentence with the word AND, but I've always hated that "rule".
At least I'm aware of my grammatical failure here, just choosing to be wrong. That's ok.

Anyway, this is an image


DUNUNNN

even for all the meticulously crafted prose and impenetrable metaphor at my disposal, I'll just say simply that I feel like a huge warehouse of cack. I am incapable of being a "proper human" and am still essentially a child, and not in an exciting way either. For hells.