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I never change, and by listening to the world, my friends, and what not, nothing has changed in years for me. Oingo Boingo's Change is playing now and I'm tripping out man. Like my words are on a screen think than paper, but thinner than a tree, man. Yes, I feel like nothing is really out there for me, I mean honestly, I DRAW. That's it, nothing more or less for me, and believe it or not artistic trash could get me credit in those dusty rich niches in our world.

Wish my girl was around, man, I need to talk to a less-neurotic person than a forum, but more touchy-feely than MegMeg. Lonely on a weekend, it is so like me. I need a hug.

Laughing is good. "and if I could change the future,I would change the past instead"... A line that appeals to my weaker side, but the rest of the song makes me think of a girl. I killed a person once, when the desert of my tongue bit the hardest, and the fullness of a U2 song stopped,though only for a moment, making sense.

Of course, when I feel off I listen to a song. Out of Control is the song's title and I sometimes come to the verge of tears when I play it. Well, since I'm the only reader of this monstrosity, I spent most of a spring crying to this song. One day I'll punch a corpse, but that day is far off. Yes, once more this is an Oingo Boingo song, but hear me out, crying and excessive Elfman tunage is good for the soul. Hell man, everyone,minus a few perfies, can enjoy the Nightmare Before Christmas, so quit putting me down. I'm a seventeen year old artist, there's no lower position than this.

Well whatever, I sign off this rant here, for the sake of myself, the universe, and everything.