A boy with one hundred hands Came groping through the dark And stumbled upon the light you gave off and fell gently into your arms One hand it held the earth, another stirred the sea One hand did you a key and said "We've come to set you free" Cuz you're better than the world you live in Of gossips and the clowns And deep in your darkest dungeon singing so no one can hear a sound So no hand can come to pick you up And no hand to pull you down...

Yay! That was Crooked Fingers. They're alright, but I understand how easy it is to get sick of them for the day... Whew, it's time for some old Brand New. Oh, how redundant.

Imagine, if you will, a really fuct up family... They live in the middle of butt-fucking nowhere and birth a boy with a skin disease. So they give the poor boy a dungeon to live in where he can keep dead bodies and such. See... he didn't have beautiful skin like everyone else, so he got mad at the world. Anyone who came to the inbred town would end up tortured... Then he'd take off their skin so he could borrow their faces. Hooks on the wall, salt on the wounds. Fuct up. I hated Texas Chainsaw Massacre. Horrible movie.

Bastante de eso! When I draw people, I make either their faces or their pupils end up being too big proportionally. No matter how much I avoid it. Makes me so furioulsy angry that I wanna go out and get my chainsaw. Hah! But wait, that's retarded! Raaar...

I do feel like drawing now. I think I shall! Have a nice day :)

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