So I had a fantastic (oh sarcasm) time at the funeral for ~InaKairie. America's funeral/death system is one of the most cynical things I've had the pleasure to experience. But hers might be the most plastic yet. I had more closure collecting some blood-stained rocks and pressing them to my face, thinking of her life. I had more closure just writing this journal. I found some of the art we shared together and bathed in it's awfulness. Also, my bro brought up some of her journals- she wrote so much, it was like having a conversation with my past. The only thing that really stings is the loneliness in every page. I think I was a negligent friend. I imagine I'll feel guilty for a while. But off of the emo for now. I've got 3 unfinished paintings sitting on my drafting table and a ton of little art trades and kiribans to do.


So here's the list folks:



Kiriban for-

~Almeruve


Art Trades-

=scrotumnose Gogo!
~BlueVenom (She doesn't know it. Yet.)