TRAMP

that is all

no wait, it isnt.

really.

Some things really urk me. They really pull my ever so non-existant chain, they are the wind in my windchime. windchimes are lovely but when they wont stop chiming i want to crush them with ever fiber of my being.... i do.

lately i draw cartoons, stick figures if you will. They are quite violent though. knifes and blood and death oh my.

Its a morbid trance. tramp. tree..stump.

I plan on writing and reading this weekend. Although it might be hard to find inspiration or peace and quiet with a bunch of sandy trolls running around i think i can do it.

I think i can do my homework now too. Its my bastard child, i shun it.