Hey I'm jeo, and this is a blog, when I'm finished typing this it will appear on peoples feeds, they will decided if this is worth their time. So anyway I think about things n stuff, like art, it can be anything, it can have multiple meanings, it's apart of our lives due to our mediums videa gurms, movies, books, en that good old tele! You are reading a blog, fucking art
Note to self Yesterday it seems you received a birthday card Inside was a 20 dollar bill And a photo of you screaming in a dark place You look outside when you realize that your home is now surrounded by trees with red leaves You look back at the card It now says happy 23rd birthday You're 21 you look outside the trees have faces now
Can no one explain What happened here All I see are skeletons they're in the basement why What did we miss? The police cannot explain what happened what happened here no one really knows so why try they all died in the end no they're all skeletons With no flesh What happened Some are saying it was the work of monsters Perhaps a government experiment