DarkCrypt

Ever feel like your future self is crouched just outside your bedroom window at night, secretly watching you from the darkness and just...plotting? ... ... ... ... ... Nah, me neither. ... ... .... ..... This concludes the Annual Journal Entry Extravaganza.

Turns out all them old folks was right. You really don't notice just how fast time is moving until one day, 10/20/50 years later, that reality just smacks you in the balls as you're trying to gather the energy to masturbate to whatever weird-as-shit tentacle-and-bestiality porn you people find enticing these days. Jesus! Bunch of god damned sticky weirdos. It's a strange thing though, perception of time. I was conscious for it. I was aware the entire time, at least when I wasn't sleeping, yet...in retrospect, years can seem like weeks etc far easier than I ever use to think possible. And yes that sounds old as fuck, but cliches are usually

So, my last journal was posted on 'something something 2010', and I'm sick of seeing it every time I pop in to ogle arts. As such...new journal time! Exciting. Now I just need something to talk about. ... Hrm. Something to... Talk... ... About. ... Hrm. ... What's that, you say? I should talk about any damn thing I want, as long as there's lots of ellipses? Okay. Don't have to get all bossy about it. Hmm. I still draw occasionally, but haven't bothered uploading anything because all I produce is random sketchbook doodles, all mashed together on the page to make efficient use of empty space. It ain't pretty, but efficient? Fuc