Wednesday, April 06, 2005
Tch
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To your upper right, there is a tagboard where I would love to hear from you. Feel free to criticize any entry I have written or anything about anything for the matter. I won't mind if you post about crap from the streets, I might find it interesting and talk about it. As a matter of fact, I've had weirder conversations. Feel free also to post curses or swears on the tagboard cuz it's okay, I took out the curse filters.
To the lower right is the newly made galleries section. There is the Attack of Boredom series which illustrates what happens to a bored, slightly crazy man with a webcam. There is also the GHOSTS gallery, my haphazard attempt to create original artwork for my story. Yeah, they kinda suck but the pencil sketches are better than the computerized one cuz I have no knowledge on digital art.
On top, check out the links! Fictionpress holds my stories and all the names down there are from the wonderful people who write blogs also. They are my blog friends :P I will try to add more links to interesting sites I found.
Finally, read my entries! I can guarantee two things, you will never come here again because I have depressed you so much that you couldn't stand reading anything more OR you might actually find it interesting and continue coming UNTIL I have depressed you so much that you couldn't stand reading anything more. In any case, most of the stuff here is depressing or crazy/amusing but hey, that's me.
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I dreamed of a sunset in love today; It was weird.
I also dreamed of a car ride with friends of mine; We crashed into a truck of tsinelas.
I also dreamed of watching a movie but it wasn't a movie; it was a wedding of strangers.
I dreamed I was crying and that was true; I was crying in my sleep.
I dreamed I was running; I wasn't going anywhere.
I dreamed I was a hero; and a damn good one.
I dreamed everything wasn't real; not even me.
I thought of darkness; how much of it is in me.
I envisioned war; how it is pointless
I dreamed of love; then I woke up.
Something to think about
Riding the Lightning
9:59 AM