Mmmokayokay.

i would really like to post some new arts, i promise i promise, but it's just that i have so fucking little to post because my life doesn't like me to have outside interests/interests. case in point:

i've gotten into this new writing style--i mean, have you heard of William Burroughs' 'Naked Lunch'? apparently one of the reasons for that incredibly idyllically radioactive style of his was that he was trying to wrench free, i guess, from his educated roots. and i think that's what i'm doing, because i can't get out of decay right now. and i /like/ it, i mean, i'm just terrified to show my teachers because they will frown and wonder and won'tlikeit because it's less like the smooth, melancholy stuff they are feeding to us which is nonetheless pleasant, just... overdone this year. and so i'm afraid it will go away.

and i want that "take another shot at me? go ahead the gun is loaded and the bullets are for free" line to apply to myself, even though most of that song makes me want to roll my eyes a little.

and i want uTorrent to work fucking faster! fucking hell!

sorrysorry. i'm done. maybe i will post a picture i drewed. it will be pencil. shock! hold your heartattacks!

okay ps: when did this layout change happen? why is it suddenly such a hassle to delete all my messages at once?