Wednesday, Jun. 12, 2002 - 7:42 p.m.

He was a small and lonely creature. He bounced a little, then his head exploded.

I'm beginning to think the contents of this are just a teensy bit repetetive.

But nevermind, sometimes I do things differently.

Maybe, I'm not sure...

Brain's not really been in a creative mood, lately. Nothing that'd fit here anyway. More visual, and insane, and childish. Reliving those happy hours spent sat at my Amiga, making animations of small people dying in a variety of ways.

It's fun, I guess, not much like what I used to do, but that was fueled by negativity, and I can't seem to do that now.

Lamenting the loss of my negativity.

Why?!?

Heh, you don't read this for my ramblings on my life, or you do, and you're...not all there in your head with the little brain eating mouse creature things...

I don't know.

"We pick up an oversized sock, and hang it like this on a wall!"

"Oh yes, does it still have a foot?"

"Let me see! Let me look!"

"Is it rotted and covered with gook?"

The Nightmare Before Christmas. Heh...

Blee...

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Once upon a time there were three small people. Let's call them gnomes. Yes, they were called Bip, Bop, and Foodle. As children, people laughed at them for having stupid names. So by the time they'd grown up, they'd become quite adept at kneecap gnawing. Tragic. And the poor person writing this horribly abridged story of their life decided that it was time to end it, so they all went home and lived happily ever after until they got old and died. The End.

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ARGH!