Bit o Random Shit
		Once upon a time there was a little boy called timmy. Now timmy wasn't very nice so were not going to talk about him. But he had a friend call Billy. Billy was a good little boy, although he was rather clumsy, one time he tripped and spilled paint all over his teacher. i suppose thats why he grew up to be a gangster.
	a breif interlude with a monkie ~-please insert a dancing monkie here~ and now back to the writting
			Hand in hand we walk through the cemetary gates marble reflecting moonlight and the sky filled with tears of angels falling the dreamlands open before us majestic, beautiful Infinate