Yup. What a Gray site. I am here, if any1 cares, cause:

"Tim"+me wanting Bear="Bear, but you check out my buddies awesome drawings"=Me thinking sure=me doning iteviantArt is somewhat nifty=my DeviantArt acout.

Now I second geuss it. What a Gray site, as if that previously mentioned after-birth dried and became dust all over it. Oh! What an aged mother it must have! One just as dusty, to be sure. Maybe she has entered that special time when she too became dust. Maybe HER dust got on this site too! Who is blessed enough to be dusted by her dust? (Yay. Redundancy.)

And another thing: My scanners screwy. Why did I make this account again? Oh, yeah: So I can rant to cyberspace in a totally isolated manner that is no where near a rant. hmm. yawn. I wish I was sleepy.

CyberSpace, buddy, you ever been an insomniac? Yeah, your constant... so you are. A great thing bout sleep is (especially if you are restless) theres that great moment between sleep and "not sleep" where you can hear people you never knew and see things you never saw... Too bad the voices wake you up. Im not trying to be silly bout the voices, they only come a that weird moment. All them self proclaimed schitzos probably use that moment as proof. Meh. What ever.

Shoop-dee-doo. Typing can suck. Theres no way to tell the manner of "voice", or tunes, or anything! Not even if you used music speak such like the names of notes cause not every instrument is universally level. The piano may be but a C on the French Horn=a G on the Trumpet. You know what I mean C.S., cause music flows thu ya.

but so do diseases... You save children and at the same time, simutaneously, are a crack whore and a child molester! And I thought I could trust you. J/K-Cause I never loved you!!
Eh. I cant even entertain myself.