THREE HUNDRED.

Yes lads and ladies, 7 post in a day [with one possibly by Buxton?] and reaching 300 blog post by the end of 2009.

On that note, I've celebrated by consuming copious amounts of unhealthy food all in the comfort of my own solitude whilst listening to the illegal fireworks setting off from 4 different origin points around my house. Time is a human invention, and to what degree people consider it to be of truth [excluding the fact of sun + rotations etc] and praise, I'll understand at a later point in time.

THIS IS QUOC OF THE W.O.T.F. SIGNING OUT, - KHAUT SIEM DEIORA KA DEK'RA KOR!

Holy Daze.

The most difficult decision I've made these here holidays was whether I should have green cordial or red cordial.

On reflection, my life is pretty solid. A regular schedule with no instantaneous acts of random activity which could potentially be detrimental in terms of productivity levels. The only real problems are external, the fact that I too easily become frustrated at peoples incompetence when it comes to their life and how incredibly grand they believe their existence to be when in reality, in the scope of all things existential, they are but just a speck in the for ever moving sands of time and space - their actions will eventually be forgotten and their existence demoralised until they could potentially prove to be lacking-in-requirement in the collective motion of the advancing human race.

Yeah, my life is fucking awesome thanks.

Select Frequency.

Re-inked the primary design.

The secondary ink job (the black outlines in the top left hand corner) literally took me about 5 hours to do when they really should've only taken me 1.

Trust me, regardless of how incredibly offensive this is going to be, it's going to be fucking epic.

Aspect Ratio.

Hey kids, want to know the New Years Resolution I made last year?

"To be nicer to people".
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Power Catergorical.

Meme aside, this made me laugh pretty hard.

5 Years until Flying Cars.

My year is complete.

On a side note, what the fuck, airing LOTR on NYE. Logicial.

Human Steak.

The Black Book containing the retaliatory options, a book listing classified site locations, a manila folder with eight or ten pages stapled together giving a description of procedures for the Emergency Broadcast System, and a three-by-five inch card with authentication codes. The Black Book was about 9 by 12 inches and had 75 loose-leaf pages printed in black and red. On the 'vital' page listing possible responses to a nuclear attack, retaliatory options appear in red" and were labeled: 'Rare, Medium or Well Done.'

When launching a Nuclear Attack, the American president has the choice of; Rare, medium or well done.

Source. Stolen from.

Title

So after weeks or months of Bob finding his yr 3/4 crush, I decided to find mine. Only to find her to look different from her Facebook display picture than of my yr 4 school photos, but hotter.

Also, she rejected me on Facebook twice now, maybe third time lucky. But that's the story of my life.

-Buxton

Sound Affects.

I broke my headphones. (Model pictured above. They're worth about 30$)
AGAIN.
Now I can't subtly watch minimised porn while I'm seemingly drawing stuff.
And by watch, I mean listen to; Because porn is not the same without the clapping of flesh, the squilsching of liquids, and the really bad puns that actually require writers to be hired?

Dumbcunt and ... Greg.

I was waiting for Huey's Cooking Adventures by watching Dharma and Greg.

Firstly, that's not a name, that's a religious term.

The shows not funny. It's almost as bad as that other show [which I can't remember] about a bunch of hillbilly fucks who managed to make a funny out of the fact that dog was god backwards. I APPLAUD YOUR STUPIDITY.

I watched the show until there was a big enough laugh as to me recording its appearance and scoff in disgust at what America presents their lack lustre humour to be.

"You're just like me wife, she's Canadian too... [comedic pause?] ... and she doesn't' like to sleep with men."

WOW, WAS THAT SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY?
What part of that situation made it funny? Are you implying you married a lesbian? Or was it because she was Canadian, and thus all jokes about Canadians in an Americans eye must be humorous? Or are we all laughing because he just said his dick was too small, thus hindering his performance in the sack, thus turning his wife into a sex hating/deprived woman who doesn't like to sleep with men?

On top of that steaming pile of shit, more than half the jokes were word jokes - possibly even 'statements':

"Hey we should really get that door fixed / And clean up that poster board / We should call in a guy to fix the elevator"

"Heyyyy, you're already changing things left and right / Your mind is just like ... An IDEAS FACTORY!".

*Cue recorded laugh.*

WHAT THE FUCK, I DON'T UNDERSTAND. By stating the obvious, are you planning on being funny? Do the writers live in the real world, or are they consumed in their little bubbles of realms, believing that in comparing someone's mind to something of machine like status, you are somehow making a funny, and that in making this funny, you are going to make other people enjoy that horrible - not even a word play -.

Oh and by the way, the characters are dipshits. Characters of shows should be likeable - of this show, they are not. You got one uptight bitch who seemingly follows the advice of others in all her actions, and seems to bare no spine in making her own decisions - the idea of the writers is that when she makes some sort of decision for herself, she gets completely ignored, shadowed in someone elses actions, and is completely forgotten in cause.

= WHY DO YOU EVEN NEED THIS CHARACTER IF SHE'S NOT EVEN SIGNIFICANT?

Then you have faggot boy who actually only momentarily pops up and should actually be a supporting side character rather than actually having a status in the shows title.

"She hired me as a lawyer because she didn't want some shady guy..."
*Walks out wearing all black*

WOW, WHAT THE FUCK, I'M JUST CONFUZZLED AT THE FACT AT HOW THIS IS SUPPOSED TO BE FUNNY. I'd find more enjoyment in trying to gouge out my eyeballs with MY COCK.
For the most part, every time he interacts with the event of the show, he ends up fucking it up for everyone, and this is supposed to be funny. See, in real life, people like this wouldn't have any fucking friends because THEY ARE FUCKING WANKERS. These acts of fucking-things-up-for-the-rest-of-us usually end up in his being being frowned upon for his actions. Moral of the story? Don't be a fucking faggot douche like this guy.

IN SUMMARY: You have these two shit house characters who aren't actually required in the show because for one, they either do nothing, or do the worst things imaginable - both of which, they are incapable of being humorous at. They attempt to be funny by reading the 'state-the-obvious' lines provided by writers who presumably have penises for fingers, - these 'jokes' as they call them, don't even progress or phase the situation; Every time someone seethes one of these vile stench from their vocal chords, it's as if they didn't even need to say it, like as if they said it under their breath and in turn, MAKING NO DIFFERENCE WHAT SOEVER, THUS NOT REQUIRING THEM TO SAY IT IN THE FIRST PLACE.

THE SITUATIONS ARE NOT FUNNY, AND BEING A "SITUATIONAL COMEDY", THE SHOW FAILS HARD:

Plot for the episode I watched:

"Oh hey, I just took my mothers position as president for some dilapidated group against her will - and to throw something else in the mix, there's going to be a woman who has an annoying voice AND at the risk of being racist, we're also going to add an Asian woman who has an over the top Asian accent!"
"Meanwhile, I'm being a douchey chump who takes onboard a case for a woman who wants to make music, but because I'm such a hated character, I end up failing. Not that anyone noticed because I only get 1/10th of the air time anyway despite sharing half of the shows title."

CASE FUCKING CLOSED MOTHER FUCKERS.
I ended up watching 'The Mr. Men Show' on ABC2. I'm not even joking when I say I found it satisfyingly entertaining despite its being a children show. The moral of the story was to eat 5 fruits or vegetables daily, better than previously mentioned show who's moral was "You are completely insignificant, and that doesn't' make you any more funnier".

Workin' in the Mud.

What are we supposed to be studying for? Because I honestly have no idea why people are studying. Or is it because I chose pansy subjects that I really don't have much to revise.

BECAUSE SERIOUSLY, other than snr sci assignment, art hsc and optionally, practice art essays, I can't think of anything else to do unless I spend hours on end just revising information for the sake of an illogical education system where memory is prioritised over actual skill.

Someone tell me what I'm supposed to be doing.

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On a side note, I managed to beat the amount of blags in October (The race to 200) this month without even trying.

10 more to 300.

Watch Dragon Water Dogs.

I never thought of reducing the size of the player until I saw someone else do it. Testing 1,2,3.

Tourettes.

Guess who's back.

Apparently he was in jail, and not dead.

Just my 2 cents.

I made 2 cents off ads I didn't even know existed.

Sparkle Sparkle.

Uploaded early because there's a horrible New Years (On, or on the eve of, I'm not sure) family get together with a whole bunch of faggatious relatives. Yes, I made up a word.

On that note, I haven't seen Avatar. I could have gone with my family, but they decided to go to Livo, and further more, bring my brother - to which I would compare equivalent to [firstly being male and] having someone you hate that is also male's arse strapped onto your dick with unbreakable dwarven forged iron chains with a loudspeaker and flashy lights telling the onlookers that your dick is significantly small.

Yes I know, DWARVEN chains.

Converse.

I don't have guidelines on how to talk to people because 97% of the time, conversations hold minimal purpose where in reality, the purpose of communication as the nature has created and derived it upon is that to exchange information from one being to another. If you just happen to be of no relevant use to my informational collective need, then there is no need for us to converse, thus, abiding to the rule of 'purposeful' conversation. The stereotypical stance of which women position themselves on such fallacies of being able to parse information between one another about complete follies of ridiculing information that beg pardon to those who don it of 'utmost' importance - that 'celebrity diets' and 'the love life of this celebrity' is some how a better conversation holder than actual information relevant and that has the ability to affect those who hear it - where, as opposed to talking how 'so and so was wearing something they presume to be 'original' but isn't' you could be talking about logical things, such as the actions and repercussions of anothers actions and thus your opinion will be guided by the clouded mind of another. I'm being sarcastic.

In short, conversation is near useless in the purpose of being. People are holders of information, and the ability to communicate is the ability to distribute information. Excessive information is not required and should be avoided because obviously, over thinking is something to be avoided.

Baby Snuggie.

WHAT IS THIS;
SOME SORT OF ..
MUTANT HUMAN BABY ...
MUTANT CLONE FUSION?

Or at least that's what I thought when I first saw this.

Seriously, it looks like a pregant woman with an overly eager fetus that decided to pop out between an imaginary hole in between her tits.

Apartment.

Hugh Laurie.

I was going to post this a while (months) ago but I forgot; until I saw the Blackadder Christmas special yesterday, which Hugh Laurie was in and I remembered how incredibly English this man is.

December.

w.i.p.

Ice Cold Water.

I'm tempted to tell Aljosa that if the water at Bondi at 4am was -20 degrees, it wouldn't have been water, it would have been ice [Facebook]. Like the saying 'ice cold water' can't technically be 'ice cold' because then it would then just be ICE.

Just a thought.

Peaches.

I ate a nectarine that was too sweet and vomited soon after (because it was too sweet).

Thought I'd let you know.

Walls.

Do you know what WALLS are? I'm talking about walls inside the actually purposeful 4 walls that construct your house. Why are there walls INSIDE WALLS? I don't understand.

If I ever get the money to customise a house, I'd make it wall less, save for the bathroom/laundry area. Why? Because Walls are literally things DESIGNED to GET IN YOUR WAY, thus hindering your process through life. Comparable to that of the quick shoelace tying method employed by Genvin and Co., I would uttermost assume that if most houses and institutions didn't have a copious amount of walls, we would save ALOT OF TIME NOT HAVING TO REROUTE OUR PASSAGE FROM POINT A TO B.

What is this separation of 'rooms'? Do we REALLY need to delegate this area of space for THIS activity and another for THIS activity? I would understand the kitchen or bathroom, but when in hells lifetime has anyone really abided to the architectural integrity of there being a room to RUMPUS or STUDY or LOUNGE?

I DON'T NEED NO WALLS, AND NEITHER DO YOU, Because Walls are literally things DESIGNED to GET IN YOUR WAY, AND I HATE THINGS GETTING IN MY WAY.

Life motto:
I'll stay out of your way if you stay out of mine.

EDIT : EXCEPT FOR PRIVATE QUARTERS SUCH AS PERSONAL ROOMS.

On another topic, have you ever tried tearing about 5 folds of toilet paper as SLOW as you can? It proves quite satisfactory. Or to me at least. Maybe I should put some actually reading material in my toilet rooms.

Christmas Fucking Merry.

My most extensive work to date.
And by that I mean I actually put some effort into the background.
Glass is the best thing to draw.

Remember how I said I'd kill you last? I lied.
No, really.
Remember how I said I'd draw a furry image for Christmas?
Well it's a bit late for that, so there's one coming up for New Years.

It's funny because I was supposed to finish my HSC work these holidays.

sleeping

im not, its 3:50 am atm and im having an all nighter for 5 bucks off BenD. fucking tiring since im going DFO in melbourne tomorrow. will be fun, it might.

Just shoot me is on at 4 so peace out homedog.

2 Days.

Finished the image. I'll post it on the verge of Christmas because I'm awesome like that.

IN RELATED NEWS.

To everyone who would see this as a just and fitting group:
What? You're saying that we have no right to advocate the reasons against gay marriage (I'm aiming at this specifically) despite the fact that you seemingly adjust yourselves with ALL the rights to position your views publicly? Wow, talk about injustice.

Wow, really? So in making a Facebook group, you'd be completely alert to the fact that you're basically making hypocrites of yourselves? That for one, your groups purpose as described states two beings that you somehow linked even though they aren't actually supposed to be? That would be like making a group called "We like parrots! ... And other birds too...".
There's a difference between wanting everyone to stop discussing the aesthetics of 'gay marriage/abortion' and actually 'supporting gay marriage'.

"Hey, Let's blame the injustices on people who believe in the system justified by and since Biblical times and has since for long gone with the supposed separation of the constitution and the state."
HOLD UP, now in the state of trying to blame conservatives, you'd be saying that 'marriage' is a justified act committed based on the belief of Christianity (or those sub-religions which are basically the same thing with different and funny names). Marriage is a state of being, or in literal sense, a legal binding as created and seen upon as a status of partnership entitling the other to be of some moral code as to see fit the beneficial harmonisation of their couplet.

IF THAT DOESN'T MAKE SENSE: This chick actually [poorly] shooped herself as a 'Pikachu' and expects us to take her seriously. She ends up blaming a system which has been [supposedly and should be if not] separated from the constitution - that being religion - and as she proposes an idea based on the belief of a false interpretation, she ends up annulling her own statement.

Did I forget to mention she thinks she's a Pikachu?


TL;DR:
Gay Marriage can go fuck itself, like, literally, because there are FAR MORE IMPORTANT ISSUES TO BE RAISED THAN THE LEGAL STATE TO INSERT COCKS INTO ARSES.

"Hey, lets completely deplete our time and resources into something that we are simply 'offended by' as opposed to actually bettering the worlds hunger crisis, or maybe even the extinction of animals. Let's waste our time wallowing in our self pride as to advocate beliefs only held by a handful of people who are generally based in leading fully developed countries and ignore the whelps and cries of the starving children in 3rd world countries. Let's literally stick out dicks into our ears and completely disregard the other implications of human being such as entire animal species like whales going extinct due to those faggot Japanese fucks. Let's assume that we are the dominate dickwads of the century and because we believe so, we are applicable to protest the fact that we're not 'satisfied' in our own right and presence, thus we constantly moan and complain about how incredibly lack lustre our own quality of life is when there are people and animals constantly dying every fucking day because we are such selfish CUNTS attending only to our own indecencies BECAUSE WE ARE FAGGOTS LIKE THAT."

FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKSANFUICKF FUCK.

Disaster.

Calamity - Warspawn.

At first I thought the drums were sortof intrusive, but after a while, they become a highly integrate part of the song.

I don't know what I'm saying.

Men.

WARREN, Mich. – A 52-year-old man complained only about the cold weather before walking into a diner with a five-inch knife sticking out of his chest. The unnamed man called a Warren 911 operator on Sunday night to ask that an ambulance be sent to Bray's, an eatery in neighboring Hazel Park. He said he had been stabbed during a robbery attempt half a mile away, then walked to the restaurant and called 911 from a pay phone.

On a recording of the call, the man gives a vague description of his attacker before saying, "I'm gonna sit down at Bray's 'cause they got a chair and it's cold out here."

Restaurant employee George Mirdita told The Detroit News the man calmly ordered coffee.

Police said Tuesday that the man is recovering.

Source.

The Bachelorette.

LAST TIME ON, The Bacherlorette:

I love you.
Oh wait, did I forget to tell you I had a girlfriend?

FFFFFUCKED UP.

I caught the last 5 minutes of todays episode. This is the gist I got.

3 Days.

I don't know why I'm still playing this.
Reached max level solo.

4 Days.

Yeah, something seasonal. ... . As said before, I should've planned this out.

80% finished the epic Christmas piece. I'm going to post it on Facebook when I'm done and see if I can possibly offend anyone or have any comments that accuse me of being Scrooge-like.

Let me think of something festive so this post is valid.

I was browsing FA and most of the artist started doing seasonal works, 1 where a mouse girl was bending over with a mistletoe tied to her tail.
Mreow.

Stephen Conroy.

I was skimming through the 'leaked censorship blacklist', and found that it was pretty much, just porn and 'shock sites' - that being, the only one I saw there was 2girls1cup. There were a bunch of loli sites, pedo sites, beast sites, gay porn sites (I think Morgan would have something against this) and then there were a bunch of porn sites which I actually know, and to which I'm pretty sure aren't in any direct violation of what Stephen Fagroy wants to censor - that being, child porn.

They also intend to block 4chan and all its sister sites. HAH, GOOD LUCK WITH THAT.

I had a look to see if they blocked any porn sites I know of, and thankfully, they didn't. Not that I won't boycott Australia if they decide to completely enforce the censorship - I'm fucking high tailing to the Free United States of these Americas. I'd rather have the chance of getting shot or stabbed increased 20 fold than live in a country where the last taste of freedom has been stripped from its very bones.

5 Days.

Now that I look at it, I should have actually planned something to blog about 5 days consecutively before aptly naming this post '5 Days'.

HEADWAY:
I've 60% complete the 'depressing Christmas image' because I feel there are not enough people crying them to sleep on this lonesome and heart freezing holiday.

Hogfather part 1 and 2 are back to back tonight, so I have something to eat crackers and peanut butter to tonight. The only good part is when Death makes a pun.

FUN FACT #194:
My brother said he did nursing at TAFE to punish himself for getting such a low UAI.
WHUT.

Copernicus.

This made me laugh.

Art by YouLostTheGame @ NG.

Croissants.

ROBERT, YOUR FRENCH HAS FINALLY FOUND PURPOSE.

Stiff as a Board.

When I get bored, I "Google Image" seemingly innocent words and see how many pages it takes to get to something remotely pornographic.

"Rudolph" - 25.

I was actually trying to think of something festive to draw. I was going to draw a realist version of Santa drunk at one of those "Aviator Bars" or Rudolph with a shoop lazor coming from his nose - but most probably the first one because it's depressing.

Oh also, I might draw something furry (doing with ribbons, bondage and a reindeer) and tag it with "Murry Christmas" because I'm original like that.


STAY TUNED.

Da hell.

This is what i find for watching skating videos.
Best Channel Ever

I hid the link coz its actually gay porn. its not btw.

Yay, Sea horsies!

This is quite possibly the worst seahorse in the world.
OH WELL.


I'm such a man.
This is the only link on Youtube with this song, hence the image overkill.

REGARDLESS, AWESOME SONG.

I was dreaming of you as the moon left the sky
And at dawns early light I did hear someone cry

He is lost to you now, taken so far away
I ran down to the shore, there I waited in vain


Be there no tears of joy, when the heart feels no pain
They will send you to sleep in the arms of the waves
And the song of the seahorse brings you home again


I sat watching the tide as it changed with the sky
And the mist rolled away leaving me far behind

And the greys swam together in the shimmering light
How I longed to go with them to be by your side


Be there no tears of joy, when the heart feels no pain
They will send you to sleep in the arms of the waves
And the song of the seahorse brings you home again


In the land of my dreams there's a light in the sky
We ran down to the meadow and there we did lie

And you touched me again like a breeze or a sigh
And if I never wake then the dream will not die


Be there no tears of joy, when the heart feels no pain
They will send you to sleep in the arms of the waves
And the song of the seahorse brings you home again


I'll be waiting for you where the sea meets the sky
And by dawns early light then the sea birds will cry

Let the tide take my love to the place where you lie
In the evening of time I will come by and by

They will send you to sleep in the arms of the waves
And the song of the seahorse brings you home again.

Mountains of the Moon.

I am a masculine man for these are masculine sea horsies.

Finished one soon.

Da na na na NA na na na.

Oh god, I know this is old, but someone bumped a 2 year old thread on the NG forums, and I can't make myself close the window. I was trying to read someone else's blog and I couldn't concentrate because IT'S SO GOD DAMN FUNKY.

Censorship.

Hey, I finally got the Kruddy joke about the current government, cause it's like:
Kevin Rudd > K.Rudd + 'Ruddy' =

cruddy [ˈkrʌdɪ]

adj cruddier, cruddiest Slang

1. dirty or unpleasant

2. of poor quality; contemptible

And to make this post seem less empty, here's "Love Here" from Bassnectar's newly released album, 'Cozza Frenzy':

I am Maru.

I don't even... Why is this so hard to stop watching.
4:15+ especially - Like, why even... Why.

http://xkcd.com/676/

Whipper Snappers.

Year 10s are adding me on Facebook.

I am not your friend, so fuck the fuck off. If anything, I hate your face and the way you clip your toenails. OH HOW IT IRKS THE WAY YOU CLIP YOUR TOENAILS.

Fortunately for your grade, ours is acting as some sort of scape goat as to distract the school from your ill doings.

Originality Lost.

HOLY SHIT. Remember that time I said "Wouldn't it be funny if birds didn't have legs?"?, Well there just happens to be a mythical creature that is exactly that - The Martlet.

Yeah, I hate it when that happens, you think you thought of something original, but you somehow coincidently stumble upon something of similar vein.

Like arm fingers - I actually saw an artwork which was depicting of such a concept.

Originality lost.

Nox 2.

Man kills wife in his sleep.

BABY DON'T HURT ME.

Watch this video. I swear to god. Watch it.

Human Condition.

I do not understand the human condition. If there were to be emotion for all of mankind, and this is what defined them, then I guess I am not human. I do not perceive humans as emotional beings, but rather as objects - this due to the fact as I only see my self as one too. I cannot comprehend the concept of empathy and emotion in others, possibly for the lack of being in possession of such things.
I would assume that some of the world would understand this to be an implication of my guardians parental skills - though, I would highly disagree. They are not bad people, though you would say that they potentially decided to bring their children up 'unconventionally'. The advice they handed down to me will always resonate within my soul - "Trust no one". They taught me the harsh realities of life, you would assume too soon, but it is this that made me stronger in their eyes. In allowing me to fend for my self and learn through pain, they incurred in me, to an extent, independence. The only draw back as far as I can see would be the apparent absence of emotional training and its relation to other human beings.
I had not understood the emotional capacity of other beings until I had encountered a numerous amount of people, mainly, through school. I was not taught this amount of human co-interaction by my parents. Until then, I had conceived the idea that everyone was meant to be alone, that humans were not necessarily required, or dependant on social interaction to be deemed 'happy'.
Further witnessing of these events prompted my to investigate, learn, and adapt as my parents had taught me, for the second rule was - "Trouble is in bound for those who draw attention".
In time, I had been able to create a visage of existence amongst society - but only enough as to abide to the second rule, I would be a nobody. I would be the person you glace at upon inspecting your surroundings and be forgotten at second whim; I would be the person you'd know by name, but not by person; I would be the person that you would forget a years passed after graduation, for I am insignificant in existence.
My insecurities grew when expectations for my 'emotional capacity' were heightened with things such as 'relationships'. My gripe is with that of a pure trust in another being for the sake of feeling a security which I could not possibly imagine for I have not even trusted myself - and to an extension of this, how could I allow someone to trust me? I would not allow someone the liberty of placing their faith and trust in a being incapable to entrust it to himself; and so, I fear the idea of relationships because I know I will fail my partner; that I am inadequate in existence to be deemed worthy of being trusted and acknowledged in prose.
It is embedded in my soul, and without it I would be even more so of a hollow shell but without meaning for existence. Delved in my subconscious, it acts without my regard, doing things such as preventing intimate contact with others, as is 'blocking hugs' - the paranoia manifested by these rules constantly regulates the thought of potential failure to others in ability to comply with their wants, that, I am not a human worthy of this gratitude, this action of empathetic compliance.

I write this now, for, the last few hours I spent were of pacing in sheer darkness, creating a reason for the 'poison light' - a force that forcibly interrogates anything and everything, revealing their true essence in the wake of others, despite how cruel and inhumane the outcome, for truth is everything.
But in the darkness, there is no true form to any said object. There is no purpose for knowledge of any said object. Anything and everything can dwell in the comfort of the darkness, knowing that their ambiguity and their shapelessness amongst the shadows is what truly makes their form and essence unique.
As I paced, I felt a comforting cold crawling through me. It puts to sleep the insecurities, deadens my muscles and replaces, and fills me with a vile essence of pure nothingness - a force I can rely on for simply being of existence, that nothingness is a true fact and it will never leave me.

My mother constantly buys me novelty toys. She tells me it's to compensate for my deprived childhood without them. She has since long changed and now understands the monster she has created, one without will, purpose, or being.

But I'm not a bad Pig.

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I lied.

Our blog has only made $4.50, not $4.90 as i have previously told stephen.

Kot.

Desu Desu Desu.

Play Ching Chong Beautiful.
Ranks in my top 20 most frustrating things to do.

My time on normal:
65:29.

This Is Heaven Where I Stand.

Chistmas.

I don't even... I don't remember ever getting this card ever, before, ever.

"Chistmas", "SorrI", No name.

Apple Juice.

I can't sleep.

So I decided to go down stairs and pour myself a glass of refreshing apple juice.

Then I went on the comp to tell you lot.

Hooray.

FUCK WHITE.

FFFFF, WHY DO MOST OF THE SITES I BROWSE HAVE TO BE WHITE - BLOGGER, FACEBOOK, GOOGLE.

MY EYES ARE BURNING.

GOOD OLD NEWGROUNDS, BLACK AND ORANGE - NOW THAT'S SOME MAD SHIT THINKING.

Nautilus.

Fear.
Fear.
Fear the light.

All I want for Christmas.

My mother says to me:
"What do you want for Christmas?, A girlfriend?, I could hire one of those ones you pay for by the hour for you."

She was actually implying 'Female Escort' as opposed to 'Prostitute'.
The difference being, an escort doesn't come with the freshly caught herpes.

Dogs.

Hope is Lost.

My mother bought herself a birthday cake today.

I am a wonderful son, and I am in a wonderful loving family where we all care for each other.

Sarcasm.

It's actually more of a 'free-for-all'.

Overwatch. DRAFT.

Workin' on it.
What, Assessment task?

Fuck that, it's only Year 12 - the ATAR doesn't count towards anything.
(Plus, I'm probably going to just wing English. It's going to be marked by teachers from the "ENGLISH FACULTY", so everyone's pretty much fucked.)

OH, Piss porn!.

I just had an epiphany? If that's the right place you use it:

"Why the fuck does my body of work [Art HSC] have to be so fucking big [0.9m x 4m]?, My dick isn't remotely small, so why would I have to compensate for ANYTHING?"

So yeah, fuck that, I might just make it the size of a couple of A4 pages side by side, or if I'm feeling adventurous, I might fold it over and make a comic book type thing which was actually the original intention.

Force Staff.

THSi is what happesn to when you force oyur self to drswa.

Snake Eyes.

The problem with having the credits of voice actors at the start of the movie is that you end up picturing that person talking as opposed to the actual character.

Nicholas Cage was not a very convincing Dr. Tenma.

God will know.

And to the words of the wise, thou shalt not brave - for fear of the uncoming of the fallen. Those who have, have not the time nor the will, being of that 'godly' presence, omniscient in their approach, sing with their divine might only to themselves.

Bear witness as the witless shares knowledge with all while the enraged cusp shortened breath.

Lie to them, you shall - under the code of what has created fallacies for the humans to live in; Outside the Garden of Eden, yet bound by only that of their own mortal desire, the want to die and leave the lavished land of which that they did create.

The codex will be brought forth, and in place of the Lords name, the scriptures will guide the ever wandering humans to a star of unimaginable belief. Brace'd necks woven, taut by a wavering yet undying eye, reaches for the heavens it is misled to believe.

Believe.

China, you disappoint me.

Source

In short, someone beat WoW.

Fem.

I'm trying to do my feminism assignment but my brother is behind me.

Fun fact:
It's not a feminist artwork unless it can pass as porn, or has obscure and ambiguous shapes that look like vaginas.


Artist to Google - If you're feeling adventurous:
Vanessa Beecroft,
Carolee Schneemann.
Yasumas Morimura.

And there's an artist called Penny Arcade for some odd reason.

Skies.