My life is nothing more than dead animals, pretty pictures, smoke and mirrors.
Attention: I need more people to discuss comics with. I've just picked up the new sharknife comic and the only person I've had to talk to about it is Stone. All of you need to go to your local comic book store right now and pick up one comic you've never heard of, read it, and tell me if it was worth it. Repeat this process once every couple of weeks and i will do the same. This would make me happy.
I've been sailing around the bermuda triangle of Texas lately. The three islands that make up this nonsense all contain various perils. On most northern island I found it very difficult to sleep cause my shipmates were all apparently driven to madness and I was forced to appease their whims and partake in their madness. Maybe I too went mad? I found the eastern island to be more relaxing than anything. Although keeping the boat afloat was a very difficult task. It's good to know there are people around there still fighting the good fight against evil kangaroo's and the forces that work toward making jurrasic park more reality than cinema. A small hidden island between east and west was a nice place to look at but not a lot was going on there upon my arrival and thus decided to trek further west yet again. Nothing still. WHY GOD WHY?!
I don't know what i'm talking about right now. I do know that all of you make one hell of a pirate crew. I'm out.
P.S. Someone give me something to do.
I've been sailing around the bermuda triangle of Texas lately. The three islands that make up this nonsense all contain various perils. On most northern island I found it very difficult to sleep cause my shipmates were all apparently driven to madness and I was forced to appease their whims and partake in their madness. Maybe I too went mad? I found the eastern island to be more relaxing than anything. Although keeping the boat afloat was a very difficult task. It's good to know there are people around there still fighting the good fight against evil kangaroo's and the forces that work toward making jurrasic park more reality than cinema. A small hidden island between east and west was a nice place to look at but not a lot was going on there upon my arrival and thus decided to trek further west yet again. Nothing still. WHY GOD WHY?!
I don't know what i'm talking about right now. I do know that all of you make one hell of a pirate crew. I'm out.
P.S. Someone give me something to do.