Why u'llo thar'. I'm tired from working out, high, sorta drunk, and blissed ass happy -- the ether just sparkles with the callin' of productivity don't it, so like the spongy smackings of dingleberries from some unwashed eremite as he masturbates into the parcel of some shopping lists he's about to have an errand boy tasked upon -- i, i don't know.
So anyways, sans the need of coffee, or sativas (i just got indicas)I'll post my graphic novel, yet to be completed, i'll get back to it someday. Surely. But for now, very happy and busy with my other graphic novel i'm working on, Allister in Warland, and will surely post some drafts and shiets, hitherto, somesuchperchance in the nigh future if I ever come about it, yes. Uhm, where the hell was I...
Oh yeah, three pages of Divine Culling, only 17 pages thus, stopped working cuz of work and shiet, i'll get back to it someday, surely. But for now: