April 2010

Taste the Ogigeret

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Goodbye stranger I don't know .

To think that after all these years I've been following you... ...
after all the the times you had made me chuckle with your funniness.

I've never seen you or talked to you,
and I'll never hear from you again.

Goodbye stranger I don't know.

We would forever part ways on my birthday.
April is indeed the cruelest month.

We don't know you anymore . End waltz

Drawing class is like a box of jellybeans.

Someone's gonna kenna the licorice flavoured ones.

But that's beside the point. Who eats jellybeans now?
Back to drawing class - you get to see some weird flavours you will never comprehend unless someone distilled the knowledge of the universe into your brain. It's called primordial soup AKA Abiogenesis where an undefined form - in the shape of a naked german man - is mysteriously transformed into matter.

This kind of matter.


EVMRO.
You can think. You can guess. But you can never guess it right.

I would ask a grape jellybean, for they are the most intelligent of all other jellybeans. A normal jellybean would know the answer to the universe , but a GRAPE jellybean would know the question to the answer.

Take a look that this other one.



What an epitome of jellybean logic! It needs a noun all by itself! Again!

How about, Schrodingeriajellaria paradox?
Where the Schrodinger's cat theory is coupled with latent quantum mechanics and reedwanism fused to the postulation of jell-O-cian religion.


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Blood red hands by Shuning to serve as closure to this impossible to fathom entry.

Tahoma Dressings


Stressfulness: What you get at the end of a semester. The enemy of laziness and the champion of white hair.

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Laziness: What I am now.


All hail the new dawn of self immolation and death by paperwork.

Zeig Heil ...!



The pictures at the top had no purpose whatsoever than because they contain vague references to Hitler and zombies. Something that describes my mood at the moment. Maybe they should make a gore splattered film about lunatic nazi zombies. Oh wait, they already did.


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