Mask Junki

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Changing the Timeline
one mask at a time

an alternative universe
or a state of mind . .a place to have fun
with your own kind . .Join Mask Junki as
he explores the
Nature of
addiction-Expressed through
Music masks & makeupTo better understand..A world that seems to
Be loosing its mind

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A chaotic ensemble of masked characters has emerged, each a dysfunctional fragment of the artist’s psyche, united by one absurdly ambitious mission: to save humanity from itself-ONE MASK AT A TIME

A FEW WORDS from MASK JUNKI

INTRO

Ever wonder what happens when your inner chaos tries to look functional? ..Meet, MASK JUNKI the decaf coffee of Jackson Harlins’ internal players: not the worst, not the best, but somehow getting you through
the day.He’s the guy avoiding the mirror, a once “happy alcoholic” who laughs at problems so they don’t hurt.Mask Junki’s life is less hero’s journey, more tripping over empty beer bottles while humming a tune.Behind every joke is truth: we all wear masks to hide our mess—sometimes to fit in, sometimes to protect ourselves, sometimes because facing the reality feels too hard…Sometimes masking feels safer but is exhausting, isolating, and less stylish than we think.Mask Junki’s journey is one of embracing self-love, and to keep dancing in a world that has seemingly lost its mindThe important question is how many characters run your life—and are any sober enough to be in the driving seat?Either way, welcome to the show. Judge if you must, but bring popcorn.

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THE PROBLEM

THE ADDICT

Why’s everyone acting like there’s a problem?
I love a good booze-up—
what’s wrong with that?
I’m not reinventing the wheel,
just doing what everyone
else does.Addiction? Please. Half the world’s on stuff way stronger than my morning coffee.
I’m just keeping up with
the times.

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WHERE IT BEGAN

THE ROOTS

Bollocks to everything! The whole world hated me—traumatised? Absolutely. So why should I give a damn? If life’s a joke and I’m the punchline, I might as well laugh first.
Welcome to the chaos!

TRIGGERS & TEMPTATIONS

THE CYCLE

Is it my fault I’m human and like to sample the full crazy cocktail of life—even if it comes with a side of alcoholic blackouts?Honestly, it’s way more fun than listening to politicians’ endless spin cycle of lies..Yeah, I get triggered, but here’s the kicker: I’m the one holding the gun, pointed right at my own head. So don’t waste your time trying to kill me—I’m already dead…And honestly? Being a walking zombie has its perks. No expectations, no disappointments, just endless sarcasm.Cheers to that!

HITTING ROCK BOTTOM

TURNING POINT

Rock bottom? Please. People keep telling me I’ve hit it, but honestly, if this is the bottom, it’s got a pretty decent bar…I’m a happy alcoholic—emphasis on happy. Sure, maybe I’ve woken up in some questionable places, and yes, my liver files daily complaints, but why ruin a good party with self-reflection? ..Denial isn’t just a river in Egypt—it’s my personal swimming pool. So, cheers to stubbornness, rebellion, and another round..If this is rock bottom, I’ll take another drink and call it home.

SEEKING HELP

THE SOLUTION

Alright, here’s my big confession: apparently, I need help. Shocking, I know. Turns out, the solution for an addict isn’t just “keep drinking and hope the universe develops a sense of humor.” So now I’m doing the whole accepting-support thing—even if group hugs still make me break out in a sweat.And yes, I’m still a bit furious with God and the world for dropping the ball when I was a kid..If there’s a divine complaint department, my inbox is overflowing. But hey, if accepting help means I get to blame my problems on cosmic negligence, I’ll take it.So here’s to recovery: still angry, still sarcastic, but now with a support group and slightly fewer hangovers. Progress, right?

RELAPSE & RESILIANCE

THE STRUGGLE

Struggle and relapse—my two loyal companions on this wild ride called recovery. Honestly, I’d like to thank God for the endless plot twists, but I’m starting to think he’s just binge-watching my life for laughs…Every time I claw my way up, he hits the “relapse” button like he’s playing a cosmic video game.They say what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, but at this rate, I’m expecting to wake up with superpowers..And let’s be real, if God wanted to test my willpower, maybe he could’ve started with something easier—like resisting cake. But no, he went straight for the “let’s see how many times this guy can fall off the wagon” challenge.So here I am: fighting the good fight, tripping over my own feet, and blaming the Big Guy upstairs for writing such a dramatic script…If this is character development, I’d like to speak to the author.

BUILDING A NEW LIFE

THE CLIMB

Climbing out of addiction? Picture being dragged backwards through a black hole with bad habits hanging on like they’re riding first class.Letting go of what doesn’t serve? Please, some of this baggage has frequent flyer miles.Every time I try to move forward, the universe hits rewind and I’m back at square one,
face-first in my old mess.Light at the end of the tunnel? Pretty sure mine’s just a disco ball reflecting all my mistakes.Struggling? You bet.But hey, at least I’m getting a cosmic workout.

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