chilly arms
i miss the asphyxiating lust of summer. i miss the windows as a danger to old women and pets. i miss being thirsty. i miss the razed earth. i miss a sore throat from rhapsodizing.<--i miss using that word. chilly arms and a wet nape are like the strangling hands of a merman. how could you do this to your children? you get a bloody palm from beating your...
seedling. who cares about the modest sprout?

i learned this the other day.
<(^0^<) ha ha HAH! (>-.-)>

tomorrow is the best day in the entire world.

chilly arms
i miss the asfixiating lust of summer. i miss the windows as a danger to old women and pets. i miss being thirsty. i miss the razed earth. i miss a sore throat from raphodizing.<--i miss using that word. chilly arms and a wet nape are like the strangling hands or a merman. how could you do this to your children? you get a bloody palm from beating your...
seedling. who cares about the modest sprout?

i learned this the other day.
<(^0^<) ha ha HAH! (>-.-)>

tommorrow is the best day in the entire world.

near death Ecstasy+++
i was a free spirit. i was there and my wings werent clipped. in this apartment never seen before. sumerged in surreality. a package in parcel fashion. words like Mengititus, AIDS, SalaMnder Vanilla and Heptitus A bC D. would you please just shut up? please your tiresome words are killing my muse, choking her like the pathelogical lies that choke. choke. choke. choke. choke.ch o ke. ill ring you out. the parcel was in my hands and im reading it in dreamlike fashion. (the dark knight was a liar) and a man looking beastial. smelling beastial... appeared. it was for him... how did you find me in this lucid realm where i willingly let rape from my Sophmore History teacher? (drive safely mr Dant.) he had talons like a nebbbbbacanazorrr. i knew the parcel was for him. ahhhhh shit! he lunged. i squealed. his dirty needle tore my flesh in two. now look what you ve done!!!! i gots the germs. i was scared. my pillow met me in the mourning... to my relief. my cat doo dood in the litter pan... =-_-=

flim flamy froom
stray crayons is almost done. its coming along smoothly. im on the 11 page now. found some great photo references and some nice free fonts.




why the hell did i write this?

TOURETTES!
Little Rod the Noise from you is Thrilling/Scary. Holy shit you scared the DAYLIGHTS outta me. gotta put my head in the sand to hide. ::GRRRUUUUAH!!!1:: holy hell?! just when you though it was safe....
Coprolalia!

happy birthday christina.

whores like a choir
NecrOphealia is finished. i got time sleeping in my hands like a dead baby. heavy with rigor. (rigor mortise)









































































he preferred the warm arms of a man-child to his wife.
he a listless object, and with a mocking throat. man-child. man-child lone sweet face, braces glimmer and tear skin/ the kid swallowed a crow. the monster who spoke like a boy. like a child like a flagellating offender. my stomach writhes.

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I SAID SHIIIT
A LOT of things have been going down lately. my comic is due jan 13. i wonder if it will be enough to win the contest. ive already given up on stray crayons untill after i finish this one. i cant wait to do a massive revamp on my websites and to do my second online comic. and in speaking of wednesdays... havent done one in a while. but i have to say things are going really great for me.

HOWS THAT FOR PROSE, MOTHERFUCKERS!

wtf
im sending an sos it deaf ears. shit man i got this deadline in 4 weeks due to see if im worth my salts. found out i spelled my wednesdays archive logo wrong, been up for like 3 months. party time with zombies, zombies gonna chew my ears off. somebody please please help me! guide my hand and stab the next prick in the face with my deleter special. tryin to be bohemian here, great job at bein a poseur.

anyway who said that i want all the undesirables?

prose with Mr. Cherny
today is the best day of my sorry existence~! today i ve been graced by the presence of...... THE MR.
CHERNY! my russian demi god. oh my i thought you forgot about me! your unibrow makes my heart quiver. some quotes from a genious:

"no sir." "when you come my class, take a SIT." "NO SIR, NO ONE IS UGLY IN MY CLASS." " people who laugh for no reason get sick and die." "very good christina, but you do not get extra credit," "have some candy." "define a chair" "no ma'am" "OPS!"

Oh mr cherny, please buy some L5r, or have a sample of our fresh hero clix fudge. its was truly great to see you again!

-love,
ya teebuu cherny uuuchitzul.
CCCP BITCHES!

no matter what
when ever you talk to someone they only homour you because they have something to say, and they are holding their breath for you to choke so they can glorify them selves. no complement is ever real it is a magnet for others. its quid pro quo. if some one complements you they want one in return. consequently, if someone makes a personal insult about them selves, it is you who has to sweep up the mess with a contradiction. these are the polite individuals that tell you they are not racist but talk jive and the same folks that rave they would never do (insert travesty here) but fall into the same pattern every mortal must. eh, no matter what.