*Tumbleweed*
Ehem.
If you're reading this, you've stumbled upon one of my rarest-of-rare posts.
And probably been interested in who the loon who wrote it was. If so, congratulations, you are now worth my notice.
Or maybe you hated my post, and are now stalking me, in a bad way. If this is the case, I by now know where you live, and I have lots of pointy objects twisted .
Moving along, on your right you will see the inner ear, for some odd reason.
Moving further along, on the right is the psyche.
Hi there, I'm your friendly guide to psych-world, where we delve into the secrets of an unconvicted, self-confessed madman.
This particular variety of mentally slipshod screwball, when observed in his natural habitat, is a 6'1" or 2" stick insect. You may note the large quantities of red hair stemming from his head, and the unsociable method with which he conducts himself. He is pale from lack of contact with the sun's life-giving rays, and when forced outside, to attend the local retard-house for instance(that's school to all you other people who attend one), he is attached to a pair of sunglasses and some rather wonderful headphones.
Unfortunately, that's all he wrote, folks, so I suppose our time is up. Here's a commercial for viewing pleasure:
Try new wonder-pink now, the perfect detergent for all those white shirts.
This has been a Nemesoid-y production for the Society of the Clinically Insane Broadcasting Service.
A note to Gaia Admin:
Re: Journal Entry Editing
Management is spelt like that.
