Guardian-Angel-Pheon

I've been in one of those moods again which has unfortunately produced the sour pile of crap which I've just published to my gallery. A good friend of mine seems to think I'm beginning to get depressed. I don't know if I completely disagree anymore. I know that the likelihood is that nobody will ever read this. Until the world has been conquered by aliens in the far future and some poor pencil-pusher alien is ordered to spool through everything on the internet to learn everything about humans and forevermore be the expert in Erthonomics who the more important aliens will come to whenever they have complaints about their human slaves... Kin

Bit of a weird evening. I'm at a friends house party and sober which is so peculiar. Inspiration has finally struck back and so I've written something increasingly happier that my last debut which was a bout of pure sour prose. I don't like that poem "Drink" and would hope nobody will associate it with a normal me. I'm going to shoot off now because I've little else to say. Goodnight world, and good luck.

I'm bored... I'm bored... I'm so damn bored... I'm off to a party tonight, and I know that's gunna be great, but right now nothing at all. I came to my dA page because I want to write something but still the words simply wont come forward in my mind. I need to think of something soon, this is getting silly. Perhaps I'll think up something incredible after enough drinks tonight. Hmm. Actually I'll give this a shot... Goodbye world, and good luck.