Mommy, can I go out and kill to-night? I feel . . . I feel like taking a life
Unimportant things first
yea.
To-day. much like most of my days, was fairlyy uneventful. I finished Trigun, which nearly made me cry, and had a really good sandwich. The secret is that Hummus is technically a condiment. Zabet was sick, and got home a few minutes after I did, near faint. So I cookeded her a dinner and then she slept off the day, whilst I drewed some more of the comic. Not much else happened, becept that
I was feeling not too in the mood for drawing, which was sort of battling with my recent inspiration to draw, as I usually am after a good movie or T.V. show. I recalled once a long time ago I went into the woods to draw, and it was neat because it was dark and I couldn't see what I drew until I got home. To-day though, I was distracted from drawing by the fact that the Junkyard, which was connected to my most favouritest woods, was almost nearly gone. The woods themselves even had changed, there were several more tributaries into the creek which defined our path than there ever used to be, and the undergrowth had really gotten out of hand, I suppose, because less and less people go there. I almost soaked my foot twice, since there was water in all sorts of places I don't remember having to be careful before, and the crickets were exceedingly loud, which reminded me of Neon Gen. Along the road, I was reminiscing real hard about all the times I'd been down that path, like the time Davv and Toblerone and I failed to shoot some of the film, or the first time I met Zabet, and we went down there for no reason but it was fun anyway, and the Tournament, with all sorts of people I don't see anymore. Yea, a lot of histories on that road.
At the Junkyard itself, I was shocked and amazed at the lack of, well, anything. There were two or three short piles of rock, but aside from that, it was a barren wasteland. It saddened me to my very soul. So much that I've done in my life since I moved was stuck here, and now there was nothing. The scaffold, which Davv and I singlhandedly built was not just knocked over anymore, it was gone. All the rocks from fetus grove were gone. All the tires, and refrigerators, and stoplights, and beer bottles, and anything else I associated with that lot were in abscence. We left no permanent mark. I am not forever.
Noirmally I would have taken the second path out, but I stopped short when I noticed a downed tree blocking my path. The entire way was covered in stupid workermans debris, the very corpses of my childhood was lain out before me. I even managed to get lost in a wooded area that was once my playground, because so much had changed around me. When I made it out, all that was left to do was make my stolid march home. I think I died a little to-day.
To-morrow, though, I will be updating the website and doing other fun stuff, so that'll be a blast. I hope.
Well, Nice DreamS, I guess
yea.
To-day. much like most of my days, was fairlyy uneventful. I finished Trigun, which nearly made me cry, and had a really good sandwich. The secret is that Hummus is technically a condiment. Zabet was sick, and got home a few minutes after I did, near faint. So I cookeded her a dinner and then she slept off the day, whilst I drewed some more of the comic. Not much else happened, becept that
I was feeling not too in the mood for drawing, which was sort of battling with my recent inspiration to draw, as I usually am after a good movie or T.V. show. I recalled once a long time ago I went into the woods to draw, and it was neat because it was dark and I couldn't see what I drew until I got home. To-day though, I was distracted from drawing by the fact that the Junkyard, which was connected to my most favouritest woods, was almost nearly gone. The woods themselves even had changed, there were several more tributaries into the creek which defined our path than there ever used to be, and the undergrowth had really gotten out of hand, I suppose, because less and less people go there. I almost soaked my foot twice, since there was water in all sorts of places I don't remember having to be careful before, and the crickets were exceedingly loud, which reminded me of Neon Gen. Along the road, I was reminiscing real hard about all the times I'd been down that path, like the time Davv and Toblerone and I failed to shoot some of the film, or the first time I met Zabet, and we went down there for no reason but it was fun anyway, and the Tournament, with all sorts of people I don't see anymore. Yea, a lot of histories on that road.
At the Junkyard itself, I was shocked and amazed at the lack of, well, anything. There were two or three short piles of rock, but aside from that, it was a barren wasteland. It saddened me to my very soul. So much that I've done in my life since I moved was stuck here, and now there was nothing. The scaffold, which Davv and I singlhandedly built was not just knocked over anymore, it was gone. All the rocks from fetus grove were gone. All the tires, and refrigerators, and stoplights, and beer bottles, and anything else I associated with that lot were in abscence. We left no permanent mark. I am not forever.
Noirmally I would have taken the second path out, but I stopped short when I noticed a downed tree blocking my path. The entire way was covered in stupid workermans debris, the very corpses of my childhood was lain out before me. I even managed to get lost in a wooded area that was once my playground, because so much had changed around me. When I made it out, all that was left to do was make my stolid march home. I think I died a little to-day.
To-morrow, though, I will be updating the website and doing other fun stuff, so that'll be a blast. I hope.
Well, Nice DreamS, I guess