Yeah right.

Getting rid off the lousy emo journal.

I suppose it's time to pull an april fools off now.

No?

Anyways, I don't know what to say.
You're waiting for new animations, I know I know.

I'm working on scripts.
SCRIPTS!

..well I'm not. but maybe now that I mentioned it I will.

It's time for some random series by me anyways.

Working on another random highspeed flick which will never come out.

Then planning on going for a new XX hours of my Life.
That one's gonna pull the trigger.

Also writting lotsa lyrics here and there improving my crappy voice, and sending some silly pitched demotape to some producer then.

Also playing the Harmonica in the streets begging people for 50 cents, as I get those I start tripping out on the harmonica still following them, asking for a euro. It's worth gold.

Also cutting my left arm into pieces just for the lols.

Also I'm driving people in the psychatry more insane then they already are and am tryinng to give them new psychoses so that they leave to a closed station.
It's Fun.

New love is great. Like grate.

Here's a story:

Penis dick flapped into buildings to fight the cheese off his infected head.
Little did he know that the pussyjuice running down his crackhole was buttered in jellyfish cum.
It made him feel funny inside his shaft, when suddenly the pubes were starting to burn themselves off leaving a nasty stank that smelt of chicken.
The chicken from Zelda came to attack the cock when suddenly everything got splattered in piss and feces.
Princess Zelda came to lick it all off but Ganondork had his fist up her ass making her his marionette and bashed her skull open on the stairway to heaven.
Then mario came and left because Pikachu stole his hat, sat in it and placed a big fat dump full of blood and worms in it which made the Blue Men Group turn orange because they were so ashamed from all this mess and because a big rock that looked like Naruto fell on their balls.

Everyone died then and got reborn as Digital Monsters who could evolve by eating grass and they got caught into lil Tamagotchi like eggs so that norwegian kids could stick them up their arse and shit them into their mothers mouth.

The Moral of all of this is: Penis.

I'm gonna go outside now because the sun is shining and because I'm a lousy bum that has nothing to do but to play the harmonica on rooftops.

Then I'll go back to clinic and kick my therapist in the nuts.

My penis is gone.