To much on my hands lately, Someone give me a giant cartoon mallot, I need one. Work here work their, work every were a work work, old mc donald didn't even have to put up with this much. Hmmm.... Lets see 3 art assignments 1 art trade, then 1 more iam doing on the side.

Eck whats wors I got a art block, Think will think, Think OF RANDOM STUFF LIKE FLYING WAFFLES AND BALLON HATS THAT BARK.

Here I am lost, trudging around walking on the hard floors, hard life is hard and cold. Is their ever a time I am not with the feelings of distance towards the world. I walk here at times, slowly alone, and I look at the things around me. Is their ever hope?

Hope

Few weeks ago I was bored to utter bordom, to say. My objective that day was to forget , forget everything even art, that which had brought me happiness. Then she came and brought some light. Her name simple and easy to rember, yet only to forget a few minutes later.

Anyhow

Here I am today, still a bit clouded by the mind, I look at the paper infront of me and look at the pencil I hold in my hand, a .7 , .7 thats how fast life will pass and go, To bad we take it for grtanted.

Thinking

Here I am thinking today, as the soft yet sharp jagged notes of the music play, They embrace me and send me off, off to a world where no one is better then anyone, and I can relax, I follow the beats on my paper and slowly begin to draw the image that comes to mind.



I was bored, So I wrote some Poetry, hope everyone liked it......yah

Well here iam silent.......no one around....sigh......
Well this is fun, ohh .........hmmm Maybe I should go count flying cows, over the sparkling sea of marbles, over yee under. hm....cheese...