A new leaf, merely used to wipe the rearI'm over the stupid and pointless teenage depression phase, so my deviations
will more likely be less fucking dismal and depressive, yet still depraved
Since my last entry, I have gone through my parent's divorce, moving to a new town many miles away from my friends, working full time, going back to college and entering music more into my life.
I've learnt to steer clear of relationship bullshit if I can help it, just keeping a friend than many enemies.
My return to DeviantArt (albeit under the same alias, which is rather annoying) marks my return to digital and photographic expression, in layman's terms meaning that I am now hunting down nudists with my digicam. I saw a couple in the backstreets smoking narcotics with leprechauns, so next time I'll be ready to expose their damned dirty lives.
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Until the End of the World.
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98% of the internet puts these kind of messages in their signatures. If you're part of the 2% that doesn't, put this... Damn.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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98% of the internet puts these kind of messages in their signatures. If you're part of the 2% that doesn't, put this... Damn.
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