Rotting on the Vine by Werebear

Don't tell me you don't want this, because I know you better than that. Plus the kittens worked so hard on it! So pick it up and give it a listen, they'd be delighted to hear what you think. (on another note, they used one of my pictures for the album art, so check it out!) Rotting on the Vine by Werebear

Workin' hard or hardily workin'.

I'll leave that up to you, happy turkey day kittens.

Day n/a

I come bearing gifts from my absence.

I'm killing some time from studying.

Currently I have a segment of writing I'm probably going to be sprucing up for my current art project, it goes a little like this:

"we count the days by watching the shadows rise and fall,
with the moon and the sun playing games in the flecks of our eyes, 

reality slips behind, as if it never mattered in the beginning and never will in the end.

the strings pulling at our legs and arms move us from day to day to day to day...

today i saw the sun set forty-four times,
but now i realize in my anguish i had been dreaming in my reality."

It still needs a bit of work done but that's so far what I have for that. Now time for your presents.

DAYs n/a (hiatus)

Hello my kittens.

Pictures are currently on hold, I'm rather seriously swamped and I'm nowhere close to kidding. Aside from the feeling of having my limbs torn from me I'm currently out defeating dragons and saving princesses, the norm around here or so I've come to realize. Though the tasks are quite arduous they do have their end and their silver linings, I just really have to set my nose to the grindstone and buckle down for an insane ride.

I'll update with pictures when I have the time but I don't think anything will come about for quite a while. Consider this a brief hiatus.

Unfortunately my senior year hasn't at all gone any way I would have hoped. Fingers crossed for a better turnout soon.

Good-bye is not forever.

Cellar door.

There's a lot on my mind so let's all get some shut eye.

DAYs n/a

Taking the afternoon off.

Mono has left me bewildered that my legs won't take me further... My mind has left in the same manor that my strength had left my limbs. My body wilts under the illness that infected my well being, like a flower without sun I have yet to find the strength that will hold my head up high again.
And yet this absence aides me further in slipping swiftly behind the rest.

My days depend on big kid naps.

Day 18

Final touches.

Isn't it the hardest thing to find a costume you like all aspects of unless you're crafty and amazing at making your own? Well I've been stewing over my displeasure with the costume I'd chosen this year, the crown has been peeving me but I have gotten some things to help pull me over for the rest of the costume... So let's just say I finally stepped out and went to a craft store to fix this crown situation... AMAZING SHELF SPACE FULL OF BOXES. I walked right up to a shelf full of boxes thinking "don't mind if I do," and grabbed some cute little ones as my mother just stared at her odd child happily buzzing about in the most inane way.

Being of the "hobo" persuasion lets just say I have a natural affinity for boxes.
Being of the artist persuasion lets just say I know a thing or two about boxes.
boxes, boxes, boxes, man...

Day 17