liiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii I DON'T GIVE A FACE.

Well, I need something entertaining to show for my existence. But I am too tired to think of something worth while, so you get a picture of George Harrison. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5190 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I can't find stuff.

WELL, I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY TO YOU. Or anyone who reads this. I am just exausting the vocabulary I have built over the years of my life. Nothing really saying or doing. There you go. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5189 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I am drawing that. But in a two dimensional single framed form.

Well, look at that, that's redundant. And repetative. And it happens over and over again.

I FINISHED THIS AND AM QUITE PLEASED. It took me a while to figure out what to do with the background. BUT THE SHADING WAS FANTASTIC TO DO! =D So fun... but the coloring of the stripes was another story XD

AND HERE'S MY LOAF OF FAT! Her head looks really big in the first one because of the perspective. CHUBBMUFFIN.

"...Traveling on the 909!" John sang wildly, almost yelling, ending the show with the crash of Ringo's cymbals. The audience burst into applause.
"That was great!" John laughed, wiping the sweat from his forhead.
"Yeah, I know, next time we've got to do more of what you were doing there, Ringo- Real different, I like it!" Paul walked over to Ringo's drum kit. The three older Beatles laughed, immitating the other's mannerisms on the stage, oblivious to what was going on.
"Guys- I think we should go..." George backed up away from the crowd, tripping on a wire and nearly falling on Paul.
"What is it? I think we should stay a while, I mean they havn't even-" Paul was interrupted by George's thickly accented voice.
"Listen!" Much of the crowd had formed a mob, shouting a chant in a sort of unity never seen in what George nicknamed "The Naughtiest City in the World".
"PETE FOREVER! RINGO NEVER! PETE FOREVER! RINGO NEVER!"
"Had a feeling they'd get mad..." Ringo shuddered at the mob raging Germans clad in leather, couple of the guys had even had knives out.
"Calm down- Ringo's a Beatle now, and you'll all have to just accept it." Paul folded his arms as John got closer to the crowd.
"Just get out. We ain't wanting any trouble! If you like the bloke so much then why don't you just go down and put 'im in your band? Sod off! All of you!"
"Think your just gettin' them angrier!" George attempted to pull the raging Lennon away from the edge of the stage when the young guitarist was grabbed by the arm and pulled off the stage. "Get off- AHHG!" George hit the concrete with a loud thump.
"George!" Ringo shouted as John spun around, stunned.
"They've got George! George!" He reached out for George's hand, but the youngest Beatle was carried away by a broad shouldered giant of a man like a small child, kicking and yelling among the continuous chanting.
"PETE FOREVER! RINGO NEVER! PETE FOREVER! RINGO NEVER!"
"Let go of 'im!" John leaped from the stage, folowed by Ringo, then Paul who had just gotten his legs untangled from the mess of cords leading to the amps. The three ran forward, attempting to free the Beatle in distress, but the crowd was too thick. "What're they doin' to him? It ain't his fault Pete wasn't good enough!"
"I'm worried about the little guy- He used to fights?" Ringo asked, the short man trying to push through the crowd with no avail.
"Nah, he's real shy- We usually stand up for him." Paul tried looking over the swarm of people- no use.
"Thought so- sure hope he'll be alright- They could be hurting him out there!"
"More than likely, Rings, but at this rate I can't get through at all!" John fought through, pushing and shoving. "Wait- listen- what was that?" Over the chanting they could hear something faintly- It was George- screaming.
"No! Let me through-" Paul pushed a couple people over, rushing to the young Beatle. They finally got through- and George had ran. "Where'd he go?" Paul searched the street frantically.
"We better find him quick- Run!" John sprinted ahead, looking through alleyways, searching for the lost guitarist.
"I'll look this way!" Ringo ducked through the crowd, as he lost nearly a fistfull of hair in the back. "Ouch! That hurt a bit." He excaped through another alleyway. "George? Come here George! Here George!" He ran, looking one way when he ran into Paul, looking the other.
"Oof- Sorry Ringo- Thought I heard something that way- come with me!"
"Here George! Here George! Come here George! I'll get you a- Let's see... What's George's favorite snack?" Ringo looked at Paul, who gave him a confused look.
"He's our guitarist- Not our dog."
"Okay! Here George! I'll get you some nice strings for your Rickenbacker- Any kind you want! Here Georgie George!" 
"I'll take cash, if you please." John walked over, snickering. "Find him yet?"
"Do you think he'd be bribing him with guitar strings otherwise?"
"Paul thought he heard something over there- sounds like there's someone behind those boxes!" Ringo pointed, running over. He kicked over the box to find George Harrison, quivering, with a black eye and a bleading lip.
"George! You nearly scared us to death!" Paul helped him up, and George was on his feet.
"Nearly beat me to death- this is gonna hurt."
"Scared me- Thought you were really hurt, the way you screamed like a bird." John laughed, not amusing the serious George.
"Next time, let's let them mess up your face." George pushed passed them, exhausted, as Ringo supressed a giggle.
"Do you guys take turns with this stuff?" Ringo asked, picturing John screaming like a bird.
"All in the days work of a Beatle."

WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5188 DAYS OLD!!! =D

WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOCHUBBEROOOOOOOYAYOOOOOO

ALL MY SKETCHES!

HAPPY FUN TIME! I had a dream last night where I kept my colored pencils on a bench in front of my school every day and then I found out that people were stealing them, so construction workers dug them up out of the ground. Then I bought this AWESOME smoothie at this smoothie place that ALWAYS appears in my dreams, since probably a few months ago or something, and it cost nine dollars but WAS WORTH EVERY PENNY. THAT'S ALL I REMEMBER. WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5187 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I AM FILLED WITH HAPPINESS LIKE CHUBBER IS FILLED WITH LIPIDS!

BECAUSE THIS ITEM HAS GRACED THE VERY ISLES OF CONSUMERISM!

RINGO STARR PLUSH DOLL!!!!!! ON AMAZON FOR AROUND TWENTY DOLLARS!!!! =D I need to get it, man... FINALLY A RINGO TOY THAT'S AFFORDABLE! He looks so happy! =D
HAPPY FUN TIME...
CONTINUED FROM BEFORE...
"Yeah, I thought we should play it, since you sang it with Rory and the Hurricanes and all... Welcome you in the group."
"Sounds great- Love that song... Solo sounds good!"
"Thanks..." George looked down at his callused fingers with a smile. He admired the drummer, getting past his tough looks and grey streak he was the nicest of all of them that played at the clubs.
"Think we should get started soon, ready?" John asked, setting up a microphone. "This one should be good, if it isn't then the next one."
"To the toppermost of the poppermost, Johny!" Paul exclaimed, then the other three. "To the toppermost of the poppermost!" They walked out of the small, dark room and onto a stage to greet an eager audience. They had went from four boys from Liverpool to being what would later become the biggest band rock music has ever known.
WELL, NOW I'M TIRED, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5186 DAYS OLD!!! =D

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HAPPY FUN TIME, I just drew a picture of Freddie Mercury and his cat Delilah. I was going to use Chubber as a model, but for one she was a bit too round to be Freddie's cat, and she kept on moving her head. Chubber lives up to her name. Sippy, on the other hand... Well, I need to post something remotely amusing. I WILL. Except I'm tired and I only got five hours of sleep last night, opposed to my normal 9.5-12 hours. For some reason I am still awake... I don't really want to sleep... What would I do? Well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5185 DAYS OLD!!! =D

You had your time - you had the power
You've yet to have your finest hour

And all we hear is...

No beach fights for the mocker

Yes, so I was just drawing... Here we are, RINGO XD I just love what he said around 1964 I think:
"Are you a mod or a rocker?"
"No, I'm a mocker" XD So, there you go, Roger Daltrey, Mick Jagger, and RINGO STARR XD No beach fights for the mocker, peace and love, peace and love, AND I AM NOW 5184 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Good times, good times

I AM GETTING READY TO DUMP ALL MY SKETCHES INTO DEVIANTART. YES, IT'LL BE A BIT FRIGHTENINGLY A LOT. I pride myself on my wording. SO, HERE ARE SOME OF MY FAVORITES FROM MY SCHOOLBOOKS I'VE SCANNED SO FAR:

I REFUSE TO NOT TITLE THIS POST.

I started my painting of Freddie Mercury today. And I had some finals. NOTHING TOO EXCITING XD I do not feel like posting words today... I WILL POST A PICTURE OF MY DILEMA.

ITUNES HAS ISSUES.

So, the reason I won't post the rest of my dream from the night before last or anything much else today is because iTunes didn't like Chuck Berry. I ripped the CD onto iTunes and it was in the "Recently Added" section. BUT IT WASN'T IN MY ITUNES LIBRARY. It was in my iTunes Media file... BUT IT WAS NOT IN THE LIBRARY. I SPENT 45 MINUETS TRYING TO GET IT THERE AND IT DID NOT WORK. Finally, I tried syncing my ipod to it and at least it's on my ipod now. BUT NOT IN ITUNES LIBRARY. I want to put in some songs older then 1960 and it freaks out. WELL, ANYWAYS, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5181 DAYS OLD!!! =D
And now I will proceed to gather my artwork for my art final.

In YOUR nostrils.

FATIST. Well, last night I had a dream where there was a martian. You see, in the future people wanted to inhabit Mars and found that the human race could not withstand the thin atmosphere for extended periods of time, even though they already had put enough photosynthesizing organisms on the planet for the oxygen levels to rise. So, they started altering human's genetic makeup, making them into a new humanoid species: Martians. They did look a bit different, like a new race would, but their differences from humans were mostly internal. They had stronger lungs, muscles adapted to the lower gravity, less temperature sensitive, etc. So, when the scientists altered voluteer humans to give them these desired traits, they sent them into a few years of training and sent them on a rocket to the red planet. They still had to use technology to aid them in the beginning, stuck in structures most of the time that would regulate the temperature and air, occasionally walking out in speciallised suits when the weather was good. Some were even farmers, taking advantage of the new planet to feed themselves and to add more oxygen to the atmosphere. As time went on, the Martians grew in numbers, although the Martian children rarely survived the harsh conditions in the beginning. But with the aid of biotechnology, evelution was sped up, only accepting the desired traits and changing fast. After a couple hundred years, there was a good sized Martian population. They could now stay out side, though many only could for shortened amounts of time because of the thin air and harsh temperatures, taking emergency bottles of atmosphere from Earth with them. The brains of the Martians had also been altered from humans, being much more childlike. They were a lot more intelegent, creative and very peaceful, but sadly for them they were also extremely gullible and compliant with the humans on Earth, not seeing anything wrong with how humans controlled them. They just went on with their lives, never questioning authority, seeing what they did to them as normal. Because of the difficulty of maintaining the correct genes for the martians, scientists came up with a plan to create the perfect martian race, an idea that got expanded when the government heard it. Two hundred years after the first altered humans on mars, they had a system for martians. They couldn't personally genetically engineer every single martian, that would be far to costly, so they let the martians reproduce naturally, which was good. Then after a few generations the results were getting too out of hand, they were becomming a bit too weak, a bit too human, so when ever a martian child would reach a certain age a scientist would examine them, seeing if they had all the desired martian traits, making sure they were fit for survival. The ones who were would be sent off to live a normal life, do as they pleased. They could get any job they wanted, get married, have children, etc. Now, the other martians, the weak ones who may have inhereted a few undesired traits would be put on a list. Only when they reached the equivalent of eighteen they would find out if they were on the list or not. If they were, they would be shunned from society, considered incapable of most work, prohibited from marrige, parenthood, or having almost any sort of relationship with the oposite sex, because the humans didn't want any set backs in their progress of creating the perfect martian race with the optomum chance of survival. In many cases, these unlucky martians would be even shunned by their friends, their families, even their own parrents. Because of how long this had gone on, it had become a part of society, they didn't give it another thought. It was just seen as something that had to be done. So, the humans could continue breeding sentient, concious, humanlike beings like dogs, doing it as much as they pleased with no complaints. And of coarse this wouldn't fly on Earth, but most people on Earth had no idea what was going on, it was a secret only shared by the top government officials and the top scientists.
Once in a while they would still genetically engineer humans to become martians, but this was rare since the martians had become so different and complex and it cost quite a lot. But they still would, and these people would usually be great minds, like scientists, and would really want to live amongst the martians, studying them all their life. In my dream I got to see moments of the life of one of them, like a series of flashbacks. There was a man, a famous scientist that had gone to mars a few times and had communicated with them frequently, deeply studying the martian race. There was nothing he wanted more in the world then to become a martian. So, his wish would be granted. He was lying on a hospital bed in a bright white room with masked doctors all around him, and the lights faded out. When he regained conciousness, he was in a space ship heading to mars. There he was- a martian! a perfectly engineered martian. He looked mainly the same, had the same red-brown beard, still wore thick framed glasses (though I don't think he would actually need them anymore, his eyesight would probably be better than an average human's) and then was on mars. I saw him a couple years later, he had a martian wife who was also a scientist, but had grown up on mars and had decended from one of the oldest martian families. They were going to have their first child in a matter of days, and had gone to sleep in their house. (it was a strange metal structure, looked almost like some sort of space ship on the inside, protecting from the harshest of mars weather. It was very advanced, even for houses on mars.) They woke up in the middle of the night- There was an earthquake, a very large earthquake, though earthquakes were common on mars this one was very extreme. There was a warning for a natural disaster that many martians had evacuated for, but some had stayed, like them, because they had secure houses and needed to stay. Luckilly it stopped- but red lights started flashing everywhere. There was some sort of toxic gas surrounding their house, it had come from underneath the ground through some sort of natural disaster- they had to secure things, putting on speciallised suits and making sure none of the gas could get through the metal walls. After a while it calmed down, and the man started up his comunication device. It was a screen with a headpiece that you put on, an advanced telephone. He tried every place he knew- and nothing was happening- All the lines were dead. After finally contacting someone in an entirely different location on mars (the equivalent of another state or country) he had found out that every single martian anywhere near them had died- they were the last survivors in their area. Not just the city, but the equivalent of everyone in the state of California- dead. This was quite alarming of coarse, but to add to that they had to evacuate as fast as posible- There was still a threat that more of that natural disaster would occur. So they got into their vehicle, like a really fast car that could fly, and tried getting out as fast as they could. After a few hours they started geting some sort of signal- on their radio there was someone puting out some sort of signal that said that there were some survivors- and they arived there. It was late in the next night, she was about to have the child and they really needed somewhere to stay. It turned out that another group of scientists had survived, they had been hiding in a large metal structure underground, preparing for the natural disaster that they had predicted would happen. So, they stayed there with them. A day later, the child was born, a boy. He was very lucky to survive the harsh conditions and they later got to return home.
This is where the majority of my dream story of the Martian started.
There was a young teenage Martian, the son of the scientist, now around the equivalent of sixteen years old. He was walking along a field, though instead of grass there was a lime green carpet of moss covering the red soil, mirroring a cloudless turquoise sky. It didn't really rain there, only very rarely, so sprinklers inbedded in the soil would come on once in a while. This moss was specially engineered on earth to balance out the atmosphere for the martians and other organisms from Earth, cleaning up the air as much and as efficiently as possible, though it couldn't grow on Earth. The martian boy looked almost exactly like a human, like most martians, except with bright red-orangish skin that looked like a combination between a sunburn and a spray tan, except more natural looking, and seemed almost like it reflected the sun, shining, almost glowing. Also like other martians he was a bit taller, had much longer legs than a human and had bright, almost glowing green eyes, under thin arched eyebrows. He had curly reddish brown hair like his father, since martian hair was very much like human hair. He walked along, even though it was a bit hard to breathe the thin hot mars air. Suddenly, someone came over- It was his cousin from Earth. His cousin was human, related to his father. He was in his early twenties, had blond hair and was in a fancy uniform underneath his space suit. He was some sort of prince.
"Oh- Hello- When did you get here?" the martian smiled with a very sore voice- the thin air was a bit hard on his vocal chords, but it would go back to normal when he breathed thicker air.
"A couple days ago. Thought you might want to visit Earth, that is if you don't have anything to do for a while."
"Oh, I don't think so- I love visiting Earth! I havn't since I was a kid!"
"Well, you still are a kid, but it is time you see it again. Should you be out here? You're breathing pretty hard."
"Yeah, but I can take it- I've been doing it all the time."

WELL, I'LL CONTINUE THIS TOMORROW, I AM TIRED. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5180 DAYS OLD!!! =D

As I write this title, it is EXACTLY 22:00. Let's see how much time it takes for me to actually finish this XD

"Nothing's wrong? Look here!" he said, his top hat shading his eyes.
"I don't see anything." Alice stared at Emryss, as he frantically looked through his pockets, as if he had lost something, something quite valuble.
"Wrong! It's wrong! Look here!" he spun around, arms stretched out. "You've messed it up!"
"Emryss, what is it?" Alice asked him cautiously, as he stormed around the room.
"You! Ever since you've got here- Bad enough they're going to find me! Now this! It's ruined! You've ruined everything!" he shouted, taking his hat off and flinging it against the wall, just missing Alice.
"What happened- Calm down-"
"Calm down? You want me to let my guard down... I see your little tricks... You want to know something? I'm not going to be the one to lose today- Oh no- Not today! Never again!" he rambled on, breathing heavilly.
"What are you talking about, Emryss?" Alice backed away, speaking softly, reaching for the door knob.
"NO!" He grabbed her wrist, gripping it tight, digging his long fingernails into her skin.
"What- What are you doing?" she cried, as he pushed her to the ground. "Stop!" Alice yelped, as he raised his cane.
"Stop! That's just what you want! All of you! You just want me to stop! I'll show you who'll do the stopping!" He yelled, infuriated, standing over her with the cane raised far above his head.
"Emryss! Please, Emryss, please stop! I don't want to hurt you! It's just me, Mauraine! I've never wanted to hurt you!" She screamed, hands in front of her, eyes closed tight, crying.
"Mauraine?" he said slowly, lowering his cane. "You're... Mauraine!" he gasped, dropping the cane to the ground. "No- No! I'm sorry, I'm so, so sorry." he stepped back, tripping on his cane and fell on his back. "I'm so sorry!" he started scooting away, pulling himself backwards with his hands on the floor.
"Emryss-"
"I'm sorry! I- I'm so sorry- I- Gah!" he picked up the cane, throwing it across the room.
"Emryss, are you alright?" Alice sat up on the floor.
"No! I cant belive- I can't belive that happened!" He got up, turned to the corner.
"It's... It's alright..." Alice inched forward, a bit frightened.
"No it isn't, Mauraine!" he turned back, sobbing. "I've done it again!"
"Look, it's okay..."
"No, it isn't! I hurt you!" He screamed, the middle aged man bawling like a child. "I hurt you! Like everyone else! See it now, Mauraine? See what's wrong with me? See what happens? I'm Emryss Folliot! I'm crazy! That's what I am!" he curled up, his head hidden beneath his arms, as he let out a blood curdling scream.
"I'm- I'm fine, Emryss, I'm okay, calm down..." She tried conforting him, clueless about what to do and had no idea of what had just had happened, or why.
"You're wrist- It's bleeding, and I was going to hit you! I'm a monster!"
"I know you didn't mean it- You're no monster, we all have our... Moments." She leaned in closer, trying to calm down the man, worried about what he'd do next.
"That's what my mother said. See what happened to her! Get out of here!" he pointed to the door, shouting. "Go if you know what's good for you! Get out now- Or you could kill me- Just get away from me!" He cried, furious with himself.
"No. I won't. Just like I didn't call the police when I first found you here, I won't get out. I'm standing my ground. Now, Emryss, you'll walk out of this room and into your basement where you belong. You will stay in this house, live your life like you've been doing the months I've been here." She stood up, folding her arms.
"Okay... I will." Emryss walked out of the room.
"That was... Weird..." Alice said to herself once he was gone, as she heard him shut the basement door. "Really weird..."

WELL, I typed a word, didn't like it, typed another word, and liked it. I wrote a random sentence and put quotation marks around it, changed it up, and here we go. Wrote a whole part of a chapter. Whooo. I did need to show that Emryss was actually "crazy", not some slightly essentric man with greying hair who lived in a basement drinking tea all day. BANG!- a bit of drama. Then there's the bird scene that should be in here somewhere... And that's just near the beginning. Sadly, this is out of place with my chronologically ordered chapters I've been writing... Ah, well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5179 DAYS OLD!!! =D

So, then I strung up his neck, put my left hand around it, prying into his neck with my fingers. With my other hand, I just ran some scissors up and down the strings.

True story- replace the "his" with "its" and see if you get it. Except for the scissors part is a bit unusual. My stratocaster XD I found that if you run scizzors up and down the strings it makes some good noise, the top three, along with a chord- Ah, use it on a record some day. If I ever made albums and recorded them on vinyl, that is. Yes, some good psychedelic rock n roll, it'll do the world some good. But I'm hungry, so I'll go eat something and enlighten you on what form of nutrition I will find.
I had some mango Greek yoghurt. I like Greek yogurt. Well, anyways...
"Ah, you've made it back from Butlins!" John laughed, greeting The Beatles' new drummer.
"Yeah, yeah, wouldn't miss this for the world!"
"How was it, Ringo?" Paul asked, tuning his bass guitar before their show.
"Great. Though I couldn't wait to get back- Looks like a good turnout!" Ringo peaked through a hole in the wall of the room they were in, getting a glimpse of the eager crowd.
"Yeah, one of the nicer places, more poplular... Again, thanks so much for joining the band- Great to have you on the kit!" Paul beamed at Ringo, who picked up his drumsticks and hit the snare.
"Looks like The Beatles are taking off in this part of town, hope they don't mind me stepping in..." He looked down at his small hands, covered with the rings that he had collected over the years, giving him his name.
"Oh, they won't mind at all... Pete had it comming, and you're great!" John patted Ringo on the back, and they looked at George who had just pluged in his guitar, causing loud feedback.
"Sorry..." He moved away from the amp quickly, then turned down the guitar to practice riffs.
"Sounds good, George- Is that... Boys?" Ringo looked at the 19 year old guitarist with a slight smile.
"Yeah, I thought we should play it, since you sang it with Rory and the Hurricanes and all... Welcome you in the group."
"Sounds great-
I WILL CONTINUE THIS LATER SINCE I AM EXTREMELY TIRED. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5178 DAYS OLD!!! =D

HAPPY FUN TIME.

Thomas Brantley was sitting at his desk, looking for a piece of paper. Great, he thought, which desk did I leave it on now? It could have been anywhere, anywhere between one side of the town and the other. Just when he was about to worry more, the door opened.

“Alice! Nice to see you again.” He got up, walking towards her.

“Likewise, hopefully I wasn't intterupting something.” she looked at the desk, paper littering every corner.

“No, no- I needed a distraction. So, you're here for the job?”

“Yes, wasn't this when I was supposed to be here?”

“Yes, right on time. I'll show you to where you'll be working, what you'll be doing...” he led her to another room. “Here we are- you'll be typing things here, here's your desk, and- Where's James... James?” he called, and a boy around seventeen opened another door from what looked like a closet.

“Here Mr. Brantley, is this...”

“Alice Ivring. Alice, this is James Parker. He's an apprentice, he usually operates the printing press, and will be your assistant.”

“Nice to meet you, James.” she extended her hand, and he shook it.

“You too, Ms. Ivring.” he nodded, smiling.

“Now, today-” Thomas was interrupted by the obnoxious ringing of a telephone in the other room. “Sorry- I'll have to get that- tell Alice what she'll be working on.” he left into the other room and shut the door behind him. James cleared his throat and spoke.

“Recently The Hooded One has been at it again, got some spices, usual stuff... Except for this time there's been a sighting, so, kind of a big deal.”

“The Hooded One?” Alice asked, puzzled.

“Oh, you don't know- Sorry.” James, walked up to a table and grabed an article and handed it to her. “The Hooded One. He- well, it could be a she, but we don't know- He's some person who wears a cloak and a dark hood that takes things. Things like food, clothing, furniture, that kind of stuff. For the last fifty years this person has been showing up in the dead of night to take these things and in return leaves gold.”

“Gold?” Alice asked, intregued.

“Yes- or other things of value, he leaves all kinds of gems and precious metals, jewlery, in return for items that are usually worth much less. The problem is, he sometimes takes things that are scarse, hard to find at the time, or takes things so often from people's homes that it becomes a real nuissance, no matter how valuble the items are in return. This happens quite frequently, it has been since it started around fifty or sixty years ago, but no one ever sees him- or her- or even them, it could be multiple people, we don't know. Even though people report him taking things about once, twice a week or once every two weeks, it really depends on the season, we usually only get sightings every couple of months. All they see is someone running from the scene in a black cloak with a hood shading their face. They don't even run very fast- just stealthilly enough to not get caught. They almost did a couple times, but got away.”

“Wow- And you say they saw him-or her- running off with some spices?” Alice looked at the article in her hand, looking at the latest reports of theft by 'The Hooded One'.

“Yeah, we finally got some imported again and he runs off with about a third of it. Spices, peppers, tea- All kinds of stuff.”

Yes, just a short selection of something I was writing... I better get to sleep, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5177 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Please! Be rational now! You do not have to harm your fifth nostril!

The story of the Psych0l0gist.

HI. How are you today? How is your life? Have you ever wanted not to? What about last week, how was that? And your day at work/school/nothing? What about your familly? Your friends? Your pets? Your cacti? Now what are your hobbies? Talents? Date of birth? Height? Weight? You're real weight, now. What is the color of you hair? Do you like pencils? Tea or coffee? What country do you live in? Do you like it? Do you ever want to physically harm people? How about animals? What are your relationships with your parrents? Did you ever want to kill them? Did you ever want to eat them? It's okay, we all have those days, nobody here will judge you. Have you ever offended society? Okay. How about an easier question. What is the color of your face? Can you see your face? Do you truly know what the true color of your face is, RIGHT NOW? How about the inside of your nose? What if it was different? When was the last time you hurt someone? When was the last time you killed someone? How? If you were to kill me, how would you do it? Fantastic, that makes me feel so... safe. Do you feel safe? Why not? And how will spontaineously eating yourself solve your problems? Now, for your last question: What is your name?

Well, today I learned how to tape an orange.
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If you SWAGGER it might take 45 minuets

I CAN'T BELIEVE I HAVEN'T SEEN IT BEFORE! AFTER ALL THIS TIME, HEARING IT OVER AND OVER AGAIN, AND I HAVEN'T SEEN IT! WATCH IT NOW, SEE WHAT YOU'RE MISSING, MAN: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kfY3TcyQk3I

BLEW MY MIND, MAN. And Ringo was there too! =D (Yes, it is Beatle obsession season yet again (not that it isn't all the time), seems to happen about this time of year XD I got into them in febuary of 2011 and here I am now)
He reminds me of a dream I had once... About that woman with the deep blue skin and nine hands, the ninth hand was blood red... But she was nothing like George, much more... No, not frightening, but more like some sort of serious omen, not a serene George with eight free flowing arms and a guitar XD
ANYWAYS, I need to post something of value now. I used to not post nearly anything every single time, but now I will try to never not do it. Post something of meaning, I mean. But I suppose that lovely picture of George does the trick, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5175 DAYS OLD!!! =D

as TIME IT'S SELF slips through your hands, right past your fancy fingertips.

I was just watching a George and Ringo interview, watched it a long time ago and found it again XD Only about two minuets into it though, getting late. Finals are coming up, I was happy about it being so soon (yes, I'm that optimistic person that sees the year as half way over XD plus I'd also get a few half days, can't complain there. And I'm a wonderful test taker, soak in everything just for that very purpose.) but now I've got an in class art piece that is the equivalent of a final for my contract, and it's very... long. I don't think I'll get it done, so hopefully I can take it home with me over the weekend. ANYWAYS, I had a dream last night where there was this protagonist, and as the dream went on, nobody liked him. he was a drag. but there was a couple of supporting characters, and I liked them. That was their role in the dream, and all I remember of them. Then my sister's rat was so intelligent that it learned to talk. I remember what it said to me:
"I want a fuzzy comfy chair." That was the rat's first words of wisdom XD representing demands from the material world, maybe when you get intelligence you get more stuck in this physical temporary state? nah, he just wanted a chair. ANYWAYS. Then there was a man who turned into a woman, then died. I don't know why, but he/she did. It was very random. Usually I'd remember more, but I don't. I do remember something about a ferry boat, but that's about it. WHY DO I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ON HERE? WHY? DIDN'T ANYTHING INTERESTING HAPPEN TO ME TODAY? HAVE I JUST RAN OUT OF INSPIRATION OF MY DAILY TYPINGNESS? I AM CONFUSED AT THE STRUCTURE OF SENTENCES RIGHT NOW! I DON'T WANT TO READ THINGS I WROTE A MINUET AGO. I WANT TO TYPE IN WORDS AND FORGET WHAT I SAID SO IT CONFUSES EVERYTHING. WHATEVER. EHGH.
Okay. Well, once upon a time there was a short man with a very large nose. He was very underrated, like writing and bananas. Nobody took the time to see how awesome he was or how hard he worked at trying to be everybody's "adequate." Then when he was a young child of age seven, he nearly died. Then he lived, and nearly died again. Then he got so sick that he nearly died for about two years straight. It was a terrible drag, but durring that time he found his one true talent. He practiced that talent, with biscuit tins and driftwood when he was thirteen years old. He wanted to be beyond "adequate", and not some poor stupid little boy with no money and no future. So, he got himself a job to make some money. He was doing okay, earning some pay. It was fine. "Adequate". Then something happened- People asked him to join them so he could use his talent! There was no guarentee- if they didn't make it he might be even worse off than before- No money, no house, no job... But he did have his talent... Would he take the chance? Leave his adequate, comfortable life? What would you do? Take the risk or play it safe? He went along to the city of Hamburg, taking that risk, or else I wouldn't have anything to type about today. He went from adequate to bold. He changed his name and was on the road, playing in clubs in a country that he barely spoke the language of. But he survived, he looked tough with his grey streak of hair and his large nose, at a glance you would be affraid of him. That's what another man thought at first. This man was actually only a boy at the time, pretending to be older so he could folow his dream, use his talent. He was a tall skinny boy with dark eyes and hair slicked back, distracting from his young face. He looked at the other man with the grey streak, he was the drummer of another band, a popular band. The boy looked at the drummer with wide eyes while he played riffs on his brand new guitar, he would sit there, bottle in hand and request a song with his low voice.
"Play somethin' slow." he said, then lifted his bottle to his lips again.
"What should we play, Georgie? I'm outta ideas here." The oldest of the three turned to him, he was the leader, a rough tough rebel named John, but behind his leather jacket and his cool smirk he was a near sighted poet with a soft side, but he didn't let on about it.
"I think I've got an idea, guys." Paul, the bass player turned to them with his brown doe eyes. He was the attractive one of all of them, more refined, and maybe had more of an idea of what he was doing musically. The others would soon develop their talents though.
Paul whispered something to George, who caught on immeadiatley and started a riff on his rickenbacker. George looked back at the man, sitting alone, who looked back at him with his deep blue eyes in awe.
"I've never heard that one before... What do ya call it?"
"In spite of all the danger." John said, squinting at the sad looking drummer's face.
"Who does it?"
"We do." Paul replied, with a smile.
"You wrote it? It's great!" The drummer smiled, "I've seen you guys around- you're real good!"
"Thanks, you're Rory's drummer, ain't you?" John asked, getting himself a bottle of beer.
"Yeah, you can call me Ringo."
"Ringo! You do Starr time!" Paul blurted out, and Ringo's smile grew
"Yeah, that's me, Rory Storm's drummer, so where's your drummer?"
"He's gone." George said, glaring at the door that Pete had exited before.
"Left to get drunk, or somethin', at least that's what I got from it. I don't get it, you can get just as drunk here for free!"
"But you've got to play, Paul, he didn't wanna play. Besides- we don't need him right now." John said, tuning his warn guitar.
 "Well, if you guys need a drummer, I could fill in." Ringo got up and walked over to the dusty drum kit.
"No, no- You're Rory's drummer- are you sure you can do that?"
"Oh, I do it all the time, just the drummer, y'know." he sat at the drums and picked up the drumsticks. "Play me a riff, George!" The short man with the blue eyes had taken his first steps to go from adequate to bold to phenominal. Those four boys from Liverpool would soon beocome fabulous in the eyes of countless all across the globe.

YAYS! I liked that. Well, hope you enjoy my short little story about Ringo, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5174 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Ringo and George, always my favorite out of all of the musicians in the world =D

'Cause everybody KNOWS you're a new kind of special.

LOOK PEOPLE, I'VE GOT SOMETHING YOU DON'T HAVE. This blog. It gives me the power to type on it- and frankly, that's pretty much it. It does provide me the entertainment, seeing what I did on this day a year ago, or two years ago-
I just realised I have 8064 page views and 863 posts. THAT WORKS BEUTIFULLY.
ANYWAYS. On January 14th, 2011 all I had to say was that it was friday the 14th and the day before it was thursday the 13th. I mentioned the fact that I consumed a burger containing chickens, and two years later I would be wearing my eat no animal shirt. LUCKILLY BY 2012 I WAS A VEGETARIAN. On January 14th, 2012, all I had to say was that it was friday the 13th the other day but i forgot to mention it. That and the fact that I had randomly found myself licking the curtains. I still remember that. One moment I was just wandering around, then all of a sudden I was licking the curtains. I didn't remember when or why I started licking the curtains, but I did. More on the quality of my sanity, an hour ago I was terrified of leaving my room. It was really weird- I seriously didn't want to leave my room and I was terribly paranoid about anybody else entering my room. I knew I had no reason for this fear, and I had reasons for leaving my room (getting my pencils from my backpack, getting something to drink, etc.) but I was terrified of going out so I turned off my main light and just sat there under a blanket with my computer in front of me, trying to write something. Like any other strange episode it just faded away. And then there's my dream last night- OKAY. I NEED TO POST SOMETHING OF VALUE INSTEAD OF RAMBLING ALONG ABOUT WHATEVER. But I've got nothing else... And I'm thirsty... YOU KNOW WHAT? I DO HAVE SOMETHING. IT IS UNFINISHED, BUT A PART OF A CHAPTER, AND IT IS SOMETHING. It does not make sence out of context, but you will have to try and figure it out XD
 

“Ah... Here we go.” Alice set a brand new type writer on her desk. She was finally getting the house set up, but the furniture wasn't all in the right place. She had her desk in the dining room, not that it mattered much to her. She set the margins and started typing.

“Well, it's been a while since I've heard that noise, my dear!” The strange man walked over, examining the shiny new typewriter.

“The clicking? Hope it doesn't disturb you.” she said sarcastically, pushing back the lever to start a new line.

“Oh no, I quite like it Mauraine. The machine looks nice, did you just get it?”

“Yes. Brand new, and if you really need to stay in this room then try not to talk, I need to type out my resume for the job.” She started typing again, looking at what she had written before. Yes, it looked good, no spelling errors so far-

“The only thing I don't like is why do they have to jumble up the letters like that? It gets so annoying to remember which one's which, doesn’t it?”

“Look, whatever your name is, I really need to get this done...”

“Okay...” he looked around the room, then sat next to her on the bench, leaning in to see what she was writing. “Boring, boring, boring... Why must it be so boring, Mauraine? Nobody wants to read news by someone who writes so boring...”

“Look, it's a professional document. It needs to be 'boring'.”

“So you don't always write so boring? Or is it ridiculous to ask. I know it is, you must be so perfect in every sort of way, my dear.” He grinned, then laughed loudly, a psychotic laughter.

“Could you please leave me alone? I'm busy.” she inhaled and exhaled sharply and proceeded.

“Okay okay, right.” he tapped his feet. “Right. Quiet...” He looked down at his pocket watch, “Isn't it a little too late for working?”

“I really need to get this done- I haven’t seen you in three days- why do you have to suddenly come up here?” she folded her arms, flustered.

“Simple. I got bored.” he said with his exaggerated hand gestures, then got up to pace some more. “My boredom only matched with your boring paper. Everything about you is so boring!” He laughed more, hard, insane like laughter. “Boring, boring, boring- You know Mauraine, you really should-”

“My name is Alice! I really need to get this done, I bought this house, and my name is Alice! Please- leave me alone- just let me finish this, please.” She looked at him and his smile disapeared, just like that.

“Oh, sorry, so sorry... You can write your paper- I just... Sorry about that... It's good- I'll just sit over here.” He sat in a leather chair at the other side of the room and was silent for a while. She started a new page. It was going well-

“Mauraine, how's your paper going?”

“Fine. What happened to quiet?”

“It's been quiet for far too long, my dear!” he laughed slightly, grinning, pacing over.

“How do you like this for quiet?” She crumpled up her messed up paper and threw it at him. “Is it boring enough for you now?”

He laughed again, throwing it back. “Charming, my dear, but I really must get going.” he disapeared back into the basement.

WELL, that's it, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5173 DAYS OLD!!! =D

YAY FOR ZEPPELINS MADE OF HEAVIER ELEMENTS, FEMALE MONARCHS, AND INCECTS WITH A MISPELLED NAME!

YAYS- I didn't know I would like drawing lineart in ink instead of pencil, BUT THE LINEART LOOKS LIKE IT'S A VECTOR DRAWING IT'S SO CLEAN! Here's my drawing of Ziggy with some flats thrown in, I'll probably change his makeup, but his eyes were bugging me without eyebrows... and his lips looked weird without shading, the shading I usually get to do with pencil. Yes, I just couldn't resist the fun of drawing that costume =D It was the perfect excuse to use micron pens... So, that is one of the only productive things I have done today XD I also did a sketch and attempted another one... and I want to scan in my sketches I did in school for a sketch dump. Show the folks on dA I haven't DIED XD Well, I don't have much else to say, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5172 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Because the moon actually came from mars. We stole it with the magnetism of our polution and the governemt has brainwashed us into thinking it was always there, to cover up for them killing the universe with big fat oil loving corporations. Luckilly, I was wearing my tin foil hat, preventing me from being affected by so called mind erasing technology.

I HAD A DREAM LAST NIGHT where I was a Martian sent to Earth. I was traveling at the speed of light, trying to make a supersonic man out of you, while blasting through with a circle on my forehead and a bright orange mullet and a blue mustache. I was also wearing a rather sparkly unitard/suit/unnamed piece of clothing, compleate with peacock feathers sprouting from the shoulders and very tall boots. It was beyond awesome. I was a living personification of something, could it be glam rock of the 70s? No. It was all the weird and the wonderful. I also had Ringo's nose, which could make anyone's life ULTRA HAPPY FUN TIME EPICALLY EPIC. The Ringo nose gave me telekinesis powers. When I got to Earth, everybody said I was weird, but I'd show them. I'd show them not revenge, not pain, not my vengance for the shunning, but a good time. A really good time. I could make people laugh, entertain them, give them some sort of hope or glimpse of meaning, that's what I wanted to do. Maybe that's all I really want to do, but in the dream it was too. I flew around the world, looking around, looking at people who didn't understand. I finally found someone who did partially understand my weirdness, it was Ziggy Stardust, the actual character of Ziggy Stardust, who was some sort of immortal unchanging being that went into hiding underground, so everybody assumed he didn't exist. (That is what happens when you attempt to ink a sketch of David Bowie you did on his birthday right before you go to sleep, children.) He gave me some advice, and I continued on. Rambled On, you can say. So, I made my way into a large room with all these beams and moving objects comming off the walls. Merlin and Arthur were there, and I think Jimmy Page was too. It was a dare for people to climb on one of these moving beams extending from the walls, and I did. I swung off of them, preforming acrobatic skills like the world had never seen. I didn't know I could do it, I was just along for the ride while I did all these amazing stunts. I felt a bit of fear while being hundreds of feet in the air, but the good kind like going on a roller coaster. It was fun, I laughed, and soon I got down and later found myself walking down a hallway not unlike a gallery. There were cases of objects you might find at a gift shop along the walls too, that you could pick up and buy. I looked around, and found some really cool Beatle's shirts, but for some reason when I'd want to buy them, they'd get back in the pile of stuff and I'd have to find them again. You'd think that with my magical Ringo nose I'd be able to get a simple Ringo shirt to go with it, but no XD I remember some time looking up in the dream, I saw the sky, a swirling magical sort of sivery sky. I ascended into it, walked through a swirling psychedellic looking door and faded out of the dream, waking up.

Well, this could be the end of this post, but NO. I REFUSE. I WILL SHOW YOU SOMETHING TO BETTER YOUR LIFE.
1. CLICK ON THE LINK BELOW
2. GO TO THE SQUARE THAT SAYS "IN FRONT OF SOMETHING THEY LIKE"
3. ENJOY THAT BEAUTIFUL ILLUSTRATION OF A HAPPY PAGEY.
http://rivka-nikola.deviantart.com/gallery/30983338#/d4pye7x

XD well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND  I AM NOW 5171 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Here's another happy Pagey! =D

I'm just another helpless dancer, and I'm one.

SHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH....


Don't talk. Don't think. They'll Hear you.




They Don't Like That.



"I'm just walking along, minding my buisness, don't wo rry. Just a n average middl clas s citizen in the wond erful  co,un try of [INSERT WORLD POWER HERE], I confor;m to  exPect ationSS as much a s  the Next and [LAST] coward N orm,al sitisen. "

STAND UP. STAND UP AND RUN THE OTHER WAY. THE RIGHT WAY.


I understand the hiding in your shell, all safe and Nor,,ma; l. -
OR NOT. No, I don't really get !t.


Don't Fight, don't run... Don't go forw   ard with violen ce and certai,ntly don't go Bback"wards.

go.
Go.
Go.
GO.
GO.
GO!
GO!
GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

~Go sideways, please, do it now, darling~


"Is there really anything wron, si',,,r'r'ma'm?"

Listen To Them Crying. Listen To The Sounds O:F The FORGOTTEN.


As ev'ry singLe Little Thing MELTS AWAY from it's forMMer reighn on Ea:A:kjwehrla"Rth and ACROsthe    uniccccvers e.

Don't Hurt Them. Don't Even Try~



Ma ybe   it dosn't matter. What matters  is something    different. Stop all the hate. Why mus=t you torment the innoc ent, or even the perc ieved to be shaBmeful. From small th!ngs to big things, li  ke MASSI_ve amo:un;ts of PEOpLE FIGHTING FOR THEIR LIVES OVER YOUR LITTLE PETTY DISAGREEMENTS- does it really matter who get's this and who get;s that? E;ven if y0u have to GIVE UP a modern "legacy" and "pleasure" like a cheap hamburger from McDonald's?

 ~listen...





CHOOSE LOVE.

HAPPY DAY AFTER BIRTHDAY JIMMY PAGE!

YES, IT WAS JIMMY PAGE'S BIRTHDAY YESTERDAY! (and I was very aware of it the whole day except for the hour I decided to post on my blog. I remembered late at night when I was half asleep, but was far too lazy to correct it) SO, TODAY WILL BE HIS BIRTHDAY CELEBRATION. Jimmy is now 69 years and a day old! THAT IS YOUNG! He's about a year younger then George Harrison! Now Ringo's going to be 73, that's quite an age difference. And I LOVE HIS PANTS IN THIS PICTURE. AWESOMENESS. I have drawn them twice. And his hair looks lovely in this picture, too. But I do not know how he could possibly hold his guitar up like that while he plays! That's a Gibson! He must be REALLY strong to do that and play at the same time... Though I've never played a doubleneck SG, I'd expect them to be really heavy, but I don't know. ANYWAYS, LISTEN TO HIS SOLOING FOR HIS BIRTHDAY, AMAZING STUFF BEYOND WHAT YOU CAN IMAGINE. PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5169 DAYS OLD!!! =D

DWEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE....

As the world came to be, it exited it's presence like a folding box, folding and folding over again until it existed only in the minds and hearts of the lucky and those that had to bear their weight, the memory of the fallen world now only a stain, a small brown blotch on the flickering sheet of the mind. Soon the tale was told to many generations, the brown blotch shrinking and dulling until all that was left was only a small poppy seed. That was good. The very poppy seed contained good, the memories of good, what was good in the very beginning of all that once was. Bad threatened, but good won out. It was only a seed though, a seed inside the young naive child of humanity. Nothing surrounded, all darkness, the absence of all that once was. Yet- The seed started to grow, a glimpse of hope born out of nothingness, casting a bit of light. It grew into a flower, spreading more seeds, taking hold in places that allowed the seeds, and they grew. The brightness grew all over, releasing all the colors, and things could return to normal, except better. Maybe things could turn out the way the idealistic poets sang, cried, and dreamed of. Maybe that age could be possible- Just maybe everything could be alright.

DID YOU KNOW THAT IN TEN YEARS PEOPLE ARE GOING TO GO TO MARS TO LIVE FOREVER? Then the question could finally be answered. Life on Mars? YES. The mere concept of that... Blew my mind, man. I wanted to write a book about something, it just was inspiring. Fascinating. Well, anyways, last night I had a dream that had something to do with an alarm, then I didn't get to sleep until 4 in the morning, BUT LUCKILY THAT WAS JUST IN MY DREAM TOO XD well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5168 DAYS OLD!!! =D

This post was brought to you by whatever powers google, because apperantly Blogger is powered by Google. AND IS THERE LIFE ON MARS?

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DAVID BOWIE! Yes, it is David Bowie's birthday, I just happened to be looking up Jimmy Page's birthday (WHICH JUST HAPPENS TO BE TOMORROW =D) and found a website with a bunch of birthdays of people who make music in all sorts of genres, and some people who make the stuff that goes for music these days. So, looking around I see THAT DAVID BOWIE'S IS TODAY! Right when I'm going through a glam rock phase too. I considered drawing a picture today, but I didn't have time and I just did a quick one a couple days ago. BUT I WILL DRAW A PICTURE OF HIM SOME TIME SOON. I THINK. HOPEFULLY. I might even do that one, the one on the side of this text I'm typing. And then I need to draw one of Jimmy... Or finish the one I did of Jimmy... And I got an idea for one of Ringo and George... AH SO MUCH INSPIRATION AFTER I HAD NONE AND NOW I DON'T HAVE THE TIME XD well, I'm really wanting those shoes right now... and a bright red mullet... and a circle on my forehead... AH IT WOULD BE SO FUN TO LOOK LIKE THAT FOR JUST A FEW HOURS (but only a few hours XD) I NEED TO DRAW IT... JUST LOOKS WAY TO FUN TO DRAW! I could NOT possibly get bored drawing that! EVERY SINGLE INCH LOOKS EXCITING- THE COLORS JUST POP OUT AT YOU! I've been having a problem with getting bored with drawing lately... BUT THIS- THIS IS JUST EXCITING- my inner artist is freaking out right now XD It could be fun as a pen drawing, then I could scan it in and color it- I NEED PRACTICE DOING THAT- Okay. I just need to find an adequate size of paper... Now you see my brain prosess right now (well, ALMOST all of it...)
Well, HAPPY 66TH BIRTHDAY DAVID BOWIE! (WOW he's young compared to the other people I'm a fan of... 2 years and 364 days younger than Jimmy Page!) PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5167 DAYS OLD!!! =D

FINGO'S NECK BROKE AND HIS LEG NEEDS TO BE AMPUTATED

Yes, Fingo as in Faul. My clay Ringo got attacked by chubber... I need some super glue for his neck and I'll need to cut off the wire skeleton sticking out of his leg to glue a new shoe on for his foot... I just hope Chubber didn't consume the clay XD But I did just start my George (because a year later I have decided he needed a friend XD) Well, here they are, pre shoe and post shoe, at least Ringo had a shoe for little over a year... Now he needs a false foot... But Chubber obviously has problems determining food from things that are not. Poor Chubber. ANYWAYS, I will be placing a brick behind my door, I did have a dream last night but it cannot be recalled, tomorrow I will have to write things for homework, things will be oh so normal and normalish, SO, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, GOOD NIGHT PEOPLE, AND I AM NOW 5166 DAYS OLD!!! =D

I don't need to speek to you. BUT I SEEM TO DO SO ANYWAYS =D

TODAY will not be the subject of this post. No. It will not XD

So, have you ever actually met anyone you've known already? If you have, then you are either really lucky or a stalker. I haven't decided. BUT IS IT MY DECISION TO MAKE?
Then the little boy joined the cow on their adventure and they both leaped into the next galaxy. Time started to warp around them in a most nonsensical manner as they started to grow older. The cow just got wrinkles and the boy was then a man with long hair and a mustache. Later he grew a beard and became someone else all together. He was super hippie. The cow was just an old immortal wizard cow. So, they went across the sky, traveling at the speed of light, wanting to make a supersonic man/woman out of you.
"You see λιπαρά πάπια," for that was the cow's name, "It really depends on what verse of the song your listening to. But all of that won't matter in a moment, man. We're just about to cross the boundaries of the dimentions we all know best. The boundaries that have been keeping us down, man!" They were blasting through the dust clouds left after stars decided to explode, leaving places for new stars to form. Like an old haunted cemetary with new born kittens playing around it. Except not. 
"τα πράγματα στη μύτη σας κάνει να άρρωστο με σάλτσα ευτυχής, μπορείτε σας παρακαλώ να βάλετε κάποιο χυμό κρεμμύδι για τις κάλτσες σας;" λιπαρά πάπια mooed expressively
"You are quite right, man! we are getting nearer to the portal of which is known and not known at all! Groovy!" Super hippie grabbed λιπαρά πάπια by the ear and they went in a general forward motion towards it. Closer... Closer... Everythng around started to shake and swirl, the very fabrics of everything known and unknown and that is always said to not exist, the unspoken words of the universe, danced around until it formed a substance very simaler to quantum state spaghetti.
"I can feel the vortex!" Super hippie yelled, his beard getting pulled this way and that by gravity, who wasn't sure what to do.
"Hey guys, since you're going through the vortex and all, do you think I should wear this green shirt or the red bowtie?" Gravity asked, quite oblivious to the fact that gravity couldn't wear clothing and didn't have any in it's possession. That was the last the two heard before getting sucked through into a land very much unknown... It was violent, the split seconds spent in the portal, but what was on the other side was a phenomanon beyond the phenominal...
"Far out..." Super hippie said, amazed at their new world.
"Έχετε ποτέ σκεφτεί ότι, δεν ξέρω ... ίσως ότι εξήντα οχτώ χρόνια παλιά αστέρες της ροκ θα πρέπει να φορούν μια πλήρως λειτουργική κουμπωμένο πουκάμισο;" λιπαρά πάπια agreed.

TO BE CONTINUED...

Because of those "Happy" Blond Americans.

Today I learned the relations between ducks, wood, and witchcraft. Along with having a dream with a reoccurring dream object. So, there was this song. Apparently it was by Peter Frampton, but it sounded like a pop group from the early British invasion. I did not own it, but it was on this magical part of itunes that you could click on and it would play songs by people similar to the people you like. That was also in a couple of my dreams before, except normally I wouldn't like the songs it would give me. They would be MODERN. Not too mainstream, BUT MAINSTREAM AND MODERN ENOUGH. But in this one, they gave me "Peter Frampton", who was actually REALLY good in the early 60s, blondish moptop and all. So, I was listening to the song. Over and over again, walking around a reoccuring amusement park in my dreams (yes, I have never consciously noticed it, but TIME AFTER TIME- The same take off of disneyland, the plunging ride with the red seat off the water fall from the hole in the wall, the same dinosaur themed thing, IT'S BEEN THERE, OVER AND OVER AGAIN, even last night and I've failed to pick it up until now. But this was just a location, I didn't go on the rides this time. No, I spotted a guy, tall, thin, short blond/brown curly hair and a shy looking face. He might of had glasses, but I don't remember. For some reason my dream self thought he reminded me of the song I liked, and later we were on a ferry together. He kind of changed with the dream, he seemed to morph into a character I've made up (and have tried to write about in times past) but different. I honestly am not quite sure why my dream self expecially liked him, but at a time I think I remember him a little different, but it's hard to remember. But later, everything seemed to change, I was at a school, running away from some government officials and there were puddles everywhere. The guy was with me, kind of different, and we were just running away from the law into the parkinglot, where it was raining, puddles everywhere. There was a plastic bin, and I am going to stop it right there. It is getting late, and I need to post before midnight XD well, peace and love, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5164 DAYS OLD!!! =D

IF YOU COULD DESCRIBE YOURSELF WITH TWO WORDS, RIGHT NOW? Outlandish and charismatic.

YAY I ACTUALLY SPELLED CHARISMATIC RIGHT! Well, what have I been doing? Well, I attempted to draw, I attempted to create a clay Sgt. Pepper George (like my Ringo one except George) And I watched a spongebob special and some new kids on the rock webisodes. Yes, I've been bored. But the spongebob one did have David Bowie in it XD
I want to write something, a different chapter then the one I'm writing, but I DONT' KNOW WHAT. I'd have to start it too. That's always a drag. I KNOW! I'll refer to my plot events note cards I made.
No, I never did that... I did play my guitar though.
Another gap between posting, I watched the "It's a Hard Life" music video (again), the song, the costumes, QUEEN... Yes, and I wrote a bit of something, but you might of already known that, I was writing before I even started typing any of this and then I wanted to write something else, yet never actually did. Well, goodnight, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, DON'T HATE ON RINGO, AND I AM NOW 5163 DAYS OLD!!! =D

Behold, the two most epic photographs I have seen this day and seriously want to draw RIGHT NOW...

CONGRATULATIONS! You, lucky internet user, have now stumbled upon my hopes, dreams, passions, thoughts, wanderings of the mind, rants, raves, memories and (slightly) humorous randomness of my life recorded on this blog for every day of my life for the past two and a half years. And you will now read some thoughts on the day of January 3, 2012, a day I lived in.

I really want to paint some shoes. Just pointing that out... And I want to draw a picture. But I have another picture I need to finish, and I am not sure how... But then there's those other ones... THAT'S WHAT I'LL DO.
Okay, so I've been trying to redisighn a crown for the past hour. I took a picture of my drawing so far, but the camera on my computer made it look weird...

DRAMATIC SIDE SMIRK... this is King Alexzander of the common nations (SEE? THAT TITLE DID STICK!) Formerly Prince Alexzander of Aurevitia. looking at the photo here his face is unbalanced (and the camera bleached part of his face), but I was just doing a quick sketch. I was really foucused on the crown, because I am also designing crowns for generations afterwards. I found the older one too generic and I thought it needed a different feel to it... here's my old design

UGH I do not like the weird grey outline stuff... WHY COULN'T I CLEAN IT UP? Well, anyways, I did this about a year ago or more, and I am now revisiting it. Curious, the way I made it all semetrical except for the red and the green on the points.

WELL, IT IS GETTING LATE, I SHOULD FINISH THIS, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5162 DAYS OLD!!! =D

BOB DYLAN CAN DWID Like a real dwidder, 100% cotton, do not wash with Leonardo DaVinci or other grape like objects..

How was your day? MINE WAS GOOD, thank you. LIKE REAL FOOD. BUT IS TOY. WHOO...mp is a word. LAST NIGHT I HAD A DREAM and I was this guy who was related to a really old guy who owned a mansion but these other people stole it, so I wanted to take it back to make him proud. That was my quest. So, I walked along the street and found a toy shop, and walked inside. It was really cool- AND IT HAD THE SAME BEATLES SGT PEPPER DOLLS FROM LAST NIGHT- except Paul and Ringo were there too! THE SGT PEPPER RINGO DOLL WAS SO UNBELIVABLY CUTE, LIKE THE MOST ADORABLE THING I HAD EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE. I JUST WANTED TO HUG IT FOREVER XD But sadly, I didn't bring money, so I couldn't buy him. It was so sad... Next time I'll make sure I'm lucid dreaming and conjure up money and then magically transform him into the real Ringo and we could go on adventures together! YES. THAT WOULD BE BEYOND AWESOME. TOMORROW I WILL HYPNOTIZE MYSELF TO DO THAT. (not hypnotize like in all the movies or anything, I am reffering to when you try to shut down your mind to the point where you can suggest things to your subcontious in the present tense. That would be cool though, to wave a string and command people to do what ever I wish...) ANYWAYS, so after that some other stuff was happening, then I went to a movie theater and realised it was a dream, though I conciously decided I didn't want to lucid dream because I wanted to see where the dream went with no imput at all. Pity, it could of been more memorable. So, then I was on a ship, ready to claim back my great great great grandfather's (or whatever he was) mansion, and Morgana popped up. She said she would do it before I could. Then, I counteracted her magic and she turned into a caterpillar thing formed by seven opaque green bubbles. We seperated each bubble and threw them overboard, and she was gone. That's all I remember right now... well, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5161 DAYS OLD!!! =D

HAPPY NEW FACE.

Imagine that if every year, you grew another face. WAIT- On 1 AD you had a face. then you gained 150% of your previous amount of faces each year. That would be 1.5 faces in 2 AD. That would be 2.25 faces in 3 AD. That would be approximately 38.443359375 faces by 10 AD. That would be approximately 425,081,000.143 faces. By the time the Roman empire fell in 476 AD, you would have approximately 43,989,401,300,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000,000 faces. When Ringo Starr was born, you would have approximately 62106038340645685288155970675497002928316567701440000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 faces. That is approximately 6.21E+341 faces (My TI-84 plus couldn't handle it. I had to use AN EXTRA FANCY ONLINE ONE that took me FOREVER to find. And I got tired of putting commas there at the end.) Now, 22 years later he joined The Beatles (who I am listening to right now, surprise surprise), and then you would of had 46466667443433802070052071987558065523966545225650000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 faces.
Now, in the current day, you would have approximately 44442219307844395496482111650044744249150027706920000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 faces, which would be 14814073102614798498827370550014914749716675902300000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000 more faces then last year.

ISN'T MATH PAINFULLY TERRIFYING FUN? YAYS.
WELL, last night I might of had two dreams, but I remember only one. I was at school, but it was much darker around and there were cobblestone floors and sidewalks, and everybody had to sleep on the floor over night and there'd be this old wizard guy who would walk around yelling at people to wake up. And along with that, there was a stand that sold toys and stuff, and I was going to get a sgt. pepper George and John doll. They didn't have Ringo or Paul yet, though. So I wandered around, and there was this boy with a cat. But it was kind of a frog. It looked like a cat, it had the fur and ears, but it was shaped like a frog. The boy called it "Hoppy Cat" because frogs hop, and it could too, being shaped like a cat sized frog. It was more like a disfigured cat then a frog really, that just had the vague stature of a frog. And it's head was kind of round. ANYWAYS, then I got Honky Cat stuck in my head. So, I had to proceed to school. Then after school I went to sleep. When I woke up, I started rearanging models of glucose molecules into fructose molecules. WHY WOULD I DO THAT IN A DREAM? so, just then I realised it was a dream. YES, I COULD FINALLY LUCID DREAM!- and then I thought "Oh wait- IT'S A DREAM. The wizard guy's going to get here and I've got to get to school now so I'll wake up!" STUPID STUPID STUPID XD. usually my dream self is subcontiosly aware of the schedule and events of my waking life, sometimes even wearing the same shirt, but no. I didn't remember that I was on break and that if the wizard guy came to wake me up, it would still be in the dream. Kind of funny, really XD

YOU KNOW WHAT? I'LL DO SOME NEW YEARS RESOLUTIONS. YES, HERE ARE SOME I WILL MAKE UP RIGHT NOW. But instead of "will", I'll replace it with the present "can". That way, my subcontious will register it and I won't feel bossed around.

1. I can become more dedicated to lucid dreaming and training in my waking life.
2. I can do more paintings and get better at the medium
3. I can write more, forming a habit of it.
4. I can try to be more creative and preserve my level of creativity, gaining more inspiration
5. I can smile more, more then already can always be possible
6. I can get my own food put together more and not nearly die of starvation every time I get hungry
7. I accept the strange, I like the weird and the wonderful, but the problem is, I sometimes feel unaccepted because of it. WHY?
8. I can say things more. Things that matter. To people. Help people.
9. I can love the world in an unconditional way at times, I don't need to be "realistic", there's so much hate there. Just try to make a beutiful place better, not grumble about some terrible world where you don't get enough money, thanks, respect, even if you do wonderful things, maybe you don't think good things of the people you want it from, apperantly. Don't feel you owe what your due. Feel that others owe something and you can fill that need, wants, hopes, dreams.  Sometimes the world can be broken, I don't deny that, and sometimes you want to run around laughing in the sunlight. I do laugh in the sunlight. I don't restrain things like that at the best of time. It isn't because there's something wrong with me, I just choose not to be stiff and boring and contain happiness inside in a place that's supposed to be a drag. It's the negitive thougts I hide, never wanted to be a drag. I'd be a drag to myself. But I seldom feel negitive feelings towards others, I chose not to, there could be so many wonderful things about people, maybe evern the people you cant stand. Or just dont' think about it, ah, whatever. Wait- I thought this was a list of newyears resolutions... I'll move on.
10. I CAN GIVE MY LES PAUL A NAME =D
11. I can never eat things from the microwave unless ABSOLUTELY NECESSARRY.
12. I can get more sleep, gain clarity of mind, and not get sick ALL IN ONE
13. I can have a good year (and survive it) XD I'm only half kidding but full on not serious in the mood of the moment XD
WELL, PEACE AND LOVE, PEACE AND LOVE HAPPY 2000-WHATEVER, PEACE AND LOVE, AND I AM NOW 5060 DAYS OLD!!! =D


I JUST FOUND OUT THAT WHOOMP IS A WORD IN THE DICTIONARY! =D