In the spirit of remembrance of a time now past, I have so humbly drawn the honored visages of whom that have came, saw and conquered,

(Carcicatures are only of those whom I can remember off the top of my head and have features distinct enough to be rendered by my poor poor skills. Enjoy. In no real order.)

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*PS : Gorillas are actually kind, warm, loving and generous mammals*

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*But, the one above isn't*

So so so so... ... ...

So so so so so ... ... ... and sos so so sos sos sos sososososos sssssssssssssssssssssssssss..... ummm...... am I still writing this???

Oh yeah, sorry, I fell asleep and my head fell on the "S" key for that brief moment.

Ummm... so..... ummm.... so.....so

Lemme write a poem about 'so'


The past few weeks has been a joke,
I've worked my ass off, now I'm broke

My eyes are closing on their own,
They feel like steel, they feel like stone.

My brain is melting down to dust,
The gears in there can't move but rust.

My life goes by like speeding trains,
A blur or white, a puff of pain.

The railroad tracks are bathed in smoke,
Carries it, my fears and hopes.

Always onward to unknown
Always onward to the dawn.


That was verbal diarrhoea. Kindly wipe clean with approved toilet paper and refain from trying to read it again.

Did I mention that I am very sleepy? I did? Well, I have to repeat this again because it impresses me how sleepy I am just so that it impresses my how sleepy I am that It impresses me how I am writing the same thing over and over again because I am just so sleepy.


OH MY LORD!!!! I AM SLEEPY.

Oh, yeah.... and I'm getting comments from people that my blogskin sucks to high heavens and it cracks their computer screens when they come to my blog.

PINK & GREEN DO NOT GO TOGETHER! ( Unless it's in a ham salad )

And the layout sucks and the main image sucks and the butterflies look like random nonsense to fill up the random nonsense watever and blah and blah blah blah


No, I will not change my blogskin. Yet.
Also, I have a soft spot for badly masked butterflies with a god-ugly lines trailing behind them.
Also, beauty is in the eye of the beholder, and mine are just about melted in their sockets from over-use so that is moot point.

Anyway, I am gonna get some sleep so please do not call me at 2am asking for apple juice and kaya spread.

Yeah, random last line. Ignore. With toilet paper.