Woke up, and thought:
"No, Not now again!"
(It's no cheerful way to start a day.)
"Yet another morning, for no reason.
Yet another day in the unnecessary life of an artist.
And I'll go to bed hating the regular, normal-flawed society, in all flavours of hatred, and it'll hate me back, in all the currencies of hate."
And later I might think:
"Either they give us Citizen's Salary aka Basic Income Now.
Or they'll have to start selling Vodka Bag-In-Box.
Or else I don't know how to stand it anymore."
But first I had to draw this. Voilà.
