i am creative, but i'm having what we artist call "creative withdrawl". It's like a smoker without something to smoke, but worse...
ok, i'll stop scaring you. and write my stupid story about Hama.
Hama was riding his pretty little horsie, being a godie godie riddermark when the thought crept into his mind: "What does it mean to be evil? How does it feel?"
Bam! out of no where springs the ka!
his horse is spooked and also:
Hama with much surprise, falls off his horse, knocks his head into a sharp rock protruding out of the road, it smashes the back of his skull, he sees a bright light( which is actually your brain fizzing out , not heaven.) and he dies.
the end
it seems where ever i go death follows...
but, not today. I'm on vacation. [img]smilies/frown.gif[/img] [img]smilies/redface.gif[/img]
okay, well i'll try to stay on vacation for as long as i can...
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