HG160994

So much bs in life, far too much to take.
Then comes a sword weilding wizard who say there'd be more, 'more did he spake?'
Waiting for the russian warships to try to sneak into our waters is fun, i wish i had a star destroyer to blow them to the sun.
Commies, Nazis, ISIS, all for determination, if i had a star destroyer, MASS EXTERMINATION!!!
But alas i am just a dreamer with nothing much to lose, taking out HO scale building, from those bloody stubborn sprues.
I become so very tired of the bs on this world, i hope that oneday soon, my plans become unfurled.
No, i must stop this insanly writen note, for the fear that drives this poem is a rather scary bloke.

today is payday, my phone should come home if it is fixed then, art for all

today is payday, my phone should come home if it is fixed

i am a little bit angry because i have a nice picture to show you and my phone has committed suicide, see? it is just another thing to go wrong in my Deviant journey in this day and age... oh, and it is my birthday... double decade 16/09/94

He is very scary, he is my Ex, i wish to build a fortress and have the men i pay to protect me wear stormtrooper armour, better than that, i should send a distress signal into space, have the Galactic Empire come rushing to my aid.

Every time i find some inspiration to do something productive artwise, some clink of a c*** comes along and f's it up, i am not feeling the love, tonight, Timon