I feel a little orphaned. But I'm glad I still got my folks, and its the best I have, and I never thought I'd be saying this. Not a friend who's say hello you have blue shit on your forehead wipe it off you retard. Or  say anything at all that wouldn't piss the life off of me. 

Old unpublished work

^ Teaser

^ Poster

Some jazz I put together as promotional material for NH7 2011. Just for funz. Original Photo courtesy- google images dont sue me this is the only page its ever been on.

I know it seems like I lied but snooze is happening. Meanwhile if anyone's willing to hand me an internship without me having to go through all the jazz that I've been procrastinating about- yes please! 

Consider this a yawn

I'm about to wake up and get active, post more, work more, procrastinate less, and update the fuck out of this space soon. 

O+

There are times I stop thinking, cause I can't think or I'd rather milk a cow than think at the given moment but is thinking about all things beautiful to distract myself the easy way out, or positive attitude?

Some shabbily executed packaging design (CollegeAssignment) work on my window sill. Not a very happy time, but the owls make me hoot. :)
And I just noticed, 99 followers! One more and I'll have a beer and urge you to join me. The dying blog thanks you for visiting if you're reading this.



But how come nobody talkstomeeeeeeecommenttttplease.

20 rupees each

Each clicked the other.

WHAT

WHY THE FUCK WERE WE WATCHING THAT

I have a plan.

But.

While scheming this, I'm dreaming that
Still prancing in a yellow hat
Through fields of riled up lines of rain
This noon of glowing window pain.

Today I got to know that my dad wasn't kidding when he once called me partially disabled

Because apparently when you think, no matter how much- too much, less than they think you think- then you're bloody retarded. Ok, I'm being a fuckball, now? You're lucky I'm taking this sportingly or this place would be a- I dont know think of something very dismally fucked up- by now. But here you have a slightly obtuse and slightly lame graphic to stare at.

Also, because my madness comes in different fucking flavours. Here. Enjoy, Fuckers.

On a serious note, you're reading the blog of this person deemed unfit for normal human interactions, so yeah, don't tell me I didn't tell you, and you lucky fuckers who don't know me are lucky fuckers.Anonyms turned out to be the only smart ones around here. Kudos.