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Sometimes I feel so happy Sometimes I feel so sad Sometimes I feel so happy But sometimes I feel more fulfilled Making Christmas cards with the mentally ill I want to live and I want to love I always wanna be by your side Girl, you really got me now You got me so I cant sleep at night Yeah, you've got that something I think you'll understand When I'll say that something I wanna fuck you like an animal I wanna feel you from the inside I wanna fuck you like an animal My whole existence is flawed You take my place in the showdown I'll observe with a pitiful eye I'd humbly ask for forgiveness A request well beyond you and I These are shit paintings. I don't paint. I just draw, like everyone does. Someone wanted me to do a show so I just did the drawings bigger. In paint. Skulls are just an easy thing to do. The moment it stops being easy is when it fails. I'm a happy person though. References that are personal but universal. Doing the same thing over and over. Being objective about cliches? Drippy paint? Skulls? French bloke in a hat? What? What do you get from an enlargement of something done offhand, half-arsedly? Nothing, nothing more, just a disappearance of what I meant in the first place: Killing time. The devil's work for my idle thumbs. Trauma fed in teaspoonfuls. It doesn't matter what you multiply by zero. Rufus Miller is a fartist living and working in London.