Just under three months of self-loathing.

There are several reasons why I ignore this little one sided chit-chat window you people seem to call a blog. Do I want to get into them? No, because I don't know you that well. You never buy me flowers or tell me how pretty I am. Sorry babe/dude, proper answers need not apply in my universe of rant. I would like to happily say that I have begun to hone my artistic hand again. In my life, there always seems to be a growing pattern of ONs and OFFs. I will write for a bit, stop, & repeat. I will write music, stop, & repeat. Masturbate furiously for .... well... that is actually a constant. I don't think there is an off switch for adolescent self-deprecation to your junk. A man's cock is the equivalent to Tina Turner. So yeah... I like drawing monsters and stuff. I like dark and sinister banes of existence. The occasional winged creature will show up in my sketch-pad or even, dare I say, a well endowed imp creature that will make you chuckle [I'll post that one up later for you all]. If my ON switch is working properly I will make more updates with my creations.... of course there still will be proper cock jokes. 3===D~~~~