More mindless meanderings through the darkness that dwells in my house and goes by my name, which sort of corresponds with me, unless i change my mind.

i made this when i was 2.

Below are blights i plunged into the bosom of society when i was four:

Here is my home as viewed through my eyes; the camera technique i utilized was very painful, as it involved grafting a camera to my brain and thinking about daisies. While i wouldn't recommend it, i can say that it was very rewarding to be able to display what ten years of staring at the sun does to your eyesight.
On the off chance you happened to wonder what i did during my spare time, i think this best illustrates it: i paint beautiful Scottish landscapes. For those of you who would like to see this hilly glade in real life, just ask your tour guide to take you to the Blimey Loch, which is just a fancy way of saying 'Blimey Pond'. After i brushed my cat one day, i yanked the hair off the bristles and let it fly. It hit the fence in this formation and, triggered by a remembrance of how the demon Forthaugh communicated with Jimmy the Dark Monk, i took a picture and resolved to ask the assembled denizens of the Web what the hair manifesto meant. Unfortunately, no one will ever see it since it is on my page. This picture reminds me of my days among the forest rangers of Nevada. There's not much of a forest in Nevada, and so the demand for forest rangers is minimal, and as such, they spend most of their time homeless and intoxicated. They were a beautiful people, the Nevadan forest rangers, but their time has yet to come.

And so here we are, at the bottom of the page. i could provide a link back to the main page, but i won't because, quite frankly, i have taken a fierce dislike to you since we began our time together on this site. i sincerely doubt even your housepets like you that much, actually.