The touch, the feel, of cotton. . .

Have you been playing spore recently?

I have.

I'm addicted to it.

I'm also addicted to animal crackers, and clouds with holes in them. I'm not even trying to be artsy, that's just the stuff I think of right off. I could go right ahead and say that I also care about being different and being misunderstood, but you'd expect that, and also, I'd be lying, like anyone who actually says that. Because anyone who says that wants to fit in, even though everyone thinks it. I think that rain comes out of the holes in clouds. I'll make a watering pail of it, if you don't believe me.

I'm a new student at VCU, like all of the other kids in my time-studio class, And I can't ever say what I think, and I can't ever paint what I think, because that's always changing. So I'm crazy. I'm fuckin' crazy, and if you don't believe that, then go have at you. I could justify it, but I'm the only one listening anyway, and the only one who is remotely convinced of it.

Anyway, enough about me.

The name for this blog came out of playing spore. I made a creature with a couple of boosts in DNA and some extra parts, all cheats of course (Ctrl+Shift+C FTW). That tyrannosaur is hax. Just like the squeaker that just killed you in COD4. It had nothing to do with skill, did it?

Of course it didn't. No, I know, you're good at that game. Sure you're commander. Whip out your golden desert eagle and kill his ass. Oh what? He got you again. Damn.

If you found this place, congratulations. If you didn't, I'm sorry, maybe I hax a little bit.