Ticonderoga
I am drawing a Chilla.
Also, important note to myself: do not carve whilst drunk. This seems very obvious, but definitely don't. I was sharpening my pencil just now with my techniedge. No. (didn't cut myself, fool bitch.)
I need to find my basswood. Tilia. Limewood. Lithewood.
Finn has the awesomest lumps.
Yeah so, I have this hat. I wrote a love-letter to the cat lady who made it (it was a very short love-letter, probably five words, said "looooove it.") I write a lot of love letters, mostly to one person. One time I was accidentally tripping balls and wrote love letter(s?). I think I said I wrote them to many people, but I may have exaggerated a bit. I think I'll look it up right now in my old e-mails.
...yeah, just one.
Erm.
There are ducks on my wall.
Also, I know now something I thought I didn't know but actually knew all along... you remember Lumagius Orion? Ha, well, you do if you're me. Or if you've actually read entries in this online JARNEL OF LYAFEE, you person, I doubt you exist. There are a few about Lumagius Orion, I think.
Like a poem about a window...
I am getting off-track.
Do you remember how ever since I can ever remember, I've had some words in my head, two words, that didn't seem to mean anything in English or any other language in which I tried to look for them (WHAT EVEN IS THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A SENTANCE)
(FRAGMENT)
?
A while ago I found out what one meant, and now I know what both mean. And I know I've known them both all along. I would like to study this from some kind of Psychological standpoint, but I can't be my own subject and I probably wouldn't believe someone else's study. Maybe I'll just think of this as some kind of highly integrated delusion. But my juice-filled heart, of course, will just think of it as the truth, until it is weighed on a Jackal's scales in the deepest part of the Earth.
Also, important note to myself: do not carve whilst drunk. This seems very obvious, but definitely don't. I was sharpening my pencil just now with my techniedge. No. (didn't cut myself, fool bitch.)
I need to find my basswood. Tilia. Limewood. Lithewood.
Finn has the awesomest lumps.
Yeah so, I have this hat. I wrote a love-letter to the cat lady who made it (it was a very short love-letter, probably five words, said "looooove it.") I write a lot of love letters, mostly to one person. One time I was accidentally tripping balls and wrote love letter(s?). I think I said I wrote them to many people, but I may have exaggerated a bit. I think I'll look it up right now in my old e-mails.
...yeah, just one.
Erm.
There are ducks on my wall.
Also, I know now something I thought I didn't know but actually knew all along... you remember Lumagius Orion? Ha, well, you do if you're me. Or if you've actually read entries in this online JARNEL OF LYAFEE, you person, I doubt you exist. There are a few about Lumagius Orion, I think.
Like a poem about a window...
I am getting off-track.
Do you remember how ever since I can ever remember, I've had some words in my head, two words, that didn't seem to mean anything in English or any other language in which I tried to look for them (WHAT EVEN IS THIS SORRY EXCUSE FOR A SENTANCE)
(FRAGMENT)
?
A while ago I found out what one meant, and now I know what both mean. And I know I've known them both all along. I would like to study this from some kind of Psychological standpoint, but I can't be my own subject and I probably wouldn't believe someone else's study. Maybe I'll just think of this as some kind of highly integrated delusion. But my juice-filled heart, of course, will just think of it as the truth, until it is weighed on a Jackal's scales in the deepest part of the Earth.