Chapter 2 is almost done!
Made some x files masks, why is David so small?!
Harold seemed to have a content life. He got coffee at the diner by his house everyday at roughly 4:30 pm, and though he seemed to enjoy the routine of the almost ritualistic life that old people everywhere craved, deep down inside, he dreamed of vaginas long past.
turned my broken bed itno a japanese style-ground manga station. its done wonders for productivity, since I dont have the excuse that all my supplies are so far away.