Well, I don’t really know anyone here so this is what may be mistaken as a belated introduction. It isn’t, I'm just talking about myself because I don’t have a therapist to do that with yet. Oh, and I love it. :)



I hate starting everything with what your name is, not a fine way to inaugurate. I mean, the name really doesn’t say much about anyone and we could go check your profile and if cared... Even slightly. I suppose it's a nice gender check, but that's a lame reason. I feel all swish when I use the word 'lame*'. It makes me feel like I am Keenan and Kel. An Americanism is probably not what it is, but that is what I shall treat it as so as to continue my somewhat magnificent fantasies of being two black men. Aaaaah here it goes!

I live in a small village, a la Wales ergo it is very important for me to type out these silly little brain dribbles in case I go sane. If you need me to expand on that, then just think about it. Yes, but that’s all you need to think about of what I have written because not even I think about it. Yes. I think I've had too much Omega 3. I'm stumbling over thoughts and falling straight into my bumbum.

I shall strive on though! It’s very interesting how the Internet works, quite ingenious. I mean, people constantly just releasing all this really private information about themselves everywhere and anywhere. You throw in everything from your bank details to how guilty you feel about being a crack whore. Hah! And there was the Government wasting all these years sending forms to you, so as to try and get into your mind set. So, with this belief in mind, you should ask yourself if anything I now say about myself is remotely truthful. Don’t hesitate on that for too long though, as it really doesn’t matter. It doesn’t matter at all.

My favourite colour is green. I love the retro LSD swirlroids that are bathing my eyes right now. I like making pictures with them, you know? Sort of a dot-to-dot game. Ok, after being so enraptured with these swirlroids I think I'm just going to come here whenever I need inspiration to draw. YES, I draw as well... As well as what I hear you cry? (Yes, who wouldn’t be crying by now)? I don’t know, I can write. Loads of people cant. HAW HAW. Don’t get me wrong; I can’t actually draw that well. I've simplified my drawings to silly shapes and acid trips- creative license and all that.

I have no idea what time it is. My computer clock says nearly 4am and you guys are telling me 5:18am. SOMEONE IS LYING HERE. I think you both are. Oh well, I have nothing planned for ever so it is of little importance.
"But Invented Banana... Don’t you have DREAMS and ASPIRATIONS?" (If you weren’t thinking that then just say it aloud to make up for it)
We all have certain goals and things to achieve, but at the end of the day mine have just dredged a long behind me as some sort of Heart Monitor I show to family members, so they can smile. I mean after all, ignorance is bliss, is it not? So, I don’t know what I want to do. Most recently added to the list was 'Trophy Wife’ so like, if anyone is up for that just give me a bell (END THAT IS).

In no way can I recall what I have written about it. That’s right, this is the end. Have a nice day. Come again.











*I actually typed in 'male' the first time, Freudian slip much?

Silly shapes on acid trips.
I make these little square windows into acid sunsets where the beams of light drip from the sky in globs as big as your face or hands. I show you sometime.
» le_battement on 2006-06-23 09:27:15

What is an omega 3?
» nutang on 2006-06-23 10:37:14

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