I am a simple cow. Living a simple life. But sometimes I feel exploiiiited.
Wow, my last update as a 16 year old, you better believe it.
Guess what? I finally updated stuff to my devart account, and am now scanning loads of my photos and sketches for uploadage. I'm far too lazy to even attempt finding out if you can directlink devart.. and, I do't really want to, guilt and all [although it's my account...]
Oh, I want that camera I'm going to buy now.
Shadows. Can you see them dancing?
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
Gone before us, ever-prancing
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
No mouldy bread and ratshit soup
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
Now they feast, an eternal group
Hammer, chain. Brick-mortar.
Dream of stars. Can you see them dancing?
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
scufflescuffle. no dance for us
Hammer, chain. Clink.. step
the lost boys,
Hammer, chain. Clink...step
relive each day our broken life
Hammer, chain. Clink step.
Heaven forever out-of-sight
Hm, not entireley sure where that came from. But my rhyme scheme fell to pieces. I need a beter internal thesaurus.
Lai lai lai-lai
lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai
Bombs
lai... etc
I love Tripod
Happy Friday the 13th!
I would have made cards, but *shrugs* I have no black card.
Damn, we forgot to buy a sow's heart. *sigh* that would have sparked such delicious controversy, oh well.
Rumors are insane. Truly. Apparantly, not only are we witches who frequently practise vodoo and sacrifice frogs [wtf, mate], we're also... all gay.
Huh?
Why was I not privvy to this information?
Of course, why didn't I realise? Our lunch tree is an orgy and occult ceremony centre. *smacks forehead*
Seriously. Where do they get that stuff?
Oh, Livejournal. I love you.
You know who else I love right now? William Blake. [who is male. dead, but male. Hell, can't they hear us and our blatant fangirlness?]
Guess what? I finally updated stuff to my devart account, and am now scanning loads of my photos and sketches for uploadage. I'm far too lazy to even attempt finding out if you can directlink devart.. and, I do't really want to, guilt and all [although it's my account...]
Oh, I want that camera I'm going to buy now.
Shadows. Can you see them dancing?
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
Gone before us, ever-prancing
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
No mouldy bread and ratshit soup
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
Now they feast, an eternal group
Hammer, chain. Brick-mortar.
Dream of stars. Can you see them dancing?
Hammer, chain. Clink-step.
scufflescuffle. no dance for us
Hammer, chain. Clink.. step
the lost boys,
Hammer, chain. Clink...step
relive each day our broken life
Hammer, chain. Clink step.
Heaven forever out-of-sight
Hm, not entireley sure where that came from. But my rhyme scheme fell to pieces. I need a beter internal thesaurus.
Lai lai lai-lai
lai, lai-lai lai-lai lai lai
Bombs
lai... etc
I love Tripod
Happy Friday the 13th!
I would have made cards, but *shrugs* I have no black card.
Damn, we forgot to buy a sow's heart. *sigh* that would have sparked such delicious controversy, oh well.
Rumors are insane. Truly. Apparantly, not only are we witches who frequently practise vodoo and sacrifice frogs [wtf, mate], we're also... all gay.
Huh?
Why was I not privvy to this information?
Of course, why didn't I realise? Our lunch tree is an orgy and occult ceremony centre. *smacks forehead*
Seriously. Where do they get that stuff?
Oh, Livejournal. I love you.
You know who else I love right now? William Blake. [who is male. dead, but male. Hell, can't they hear us and our blatant fangirlness?]