Where is my daisy petal?

Now I can hear some really fake synth drum riffs from the wall. Random horny slutty females screaming outside the room in the corridor. Yes even a blind person can see they want dick. Even a fucking idiot knows they can speak so why don't they just shut up and keep quiet when they are drunk? I am not interested in knowing their ability to speak, at all. Why why would the guys even found partying like that interesting?

Heard of one of the lines from the musical 'Les Misérables'?

'...in just one burst of light, and what was right seems wrong, and what was wrong seems right...'

I guess the only solution to the high pitched screaming 'mummy daddy now I am living alone finally so I am going to drink and drinking is the cool shit and fun and I am gonna shout around and tell everyone I can speak' is to make my music scream louder than they do.

Fuck.

And no. I am 100% sober. I swear.

Where is my daisy petal?
Where are the crows?

I don't think anyone else gives a fuck except me.

By the way I just realized out of all the man-like figures I've drawn recently, none of them are involved in a happy proccess and two hung themselves, and they are both on my desk at this moment.

I am considering making a third one but I have no rope.