VANQUISHHHHHH;
Eh em! I am being forced to update.
Breaks my record. D<
There is a new smoke monster called Vanquish.
Quishhhh
Because I just came back from Desaru beach.
And it is quite nice actually.
Except when you go in too deep and the waves knock you flat.
And no crabs. I hate that part D:
But there is alot of seeweed. Make wigs and start dumping them on everyone.
While you're at it make sandballs and throw them at everyone.
I perfected my sandball making technique! *glint* I shall not tell you because of copyright issues.

Er, I did a few drawings.. especially a super random one on my correction tape using permanent marker during chinese/cyberwellness. The remains of Elaine's piggies there rather spoils the effect.
Which reminds me, they never touched on youtube so she won't be getting the anti-youtube syndrome this time. This time.

It's a haiku! O:

It's raining
seeweed
not
ha

'What will become of the child?' Resa asked, fear in her voice. 'It will dream of flying,' said the Bluejay. Just like the bookbinder dreamt of the robber and the robber of the bookbinder, and the Fire-Dancer of the flames and the minstrel woman who could dance like them. Perhaps, after all, this world was made of dreams, and an old man had merely found words for them.
-
Inkdeath
I quoted this completely without reference. Kewl right? But I'm not that sure about the front part.