So, it's been a while since I've put anything up here and I honestly feel bad; really, I do. But I haven't touched my camera in forever, since the batteries refuse to stay charged, and it doesn't help that I'm going through my 'ever so many months'ly "Dear god, I'm a horrible excuse for a human as I lack creativity and talent!" *coff* But you know, that shouldn't last too long.
The good news is: I have three bunnies and I'm getting a kitten so I'll have tons to take pictures of!
The bad news is: the 's' key on my keyboard is clearly on the fritz since I had to double check this for missing letters*. Damn you, s.
But hopefully, I'll be taking more pictures of stuff and I'll stop being so depressingly hard on myself! Maybe I can put up more fiction, once I get over my obsession with the oh so lovely Hamletmachine and the just as equally amazing Killer-Monkeh (both of which reside right here on deviant but I'm too stupid to figure out how to link it with my excuse being that it's one in the morning and my GOD this is one helluva run-on.)
*UPDATE: I fixed my s!
Hehehe... yay meee~...!
Anne Klein
Aha... Hiiii.....
Optimism
I don't really know how to tell you this, but I'll join the monastery. I think I realized it when your dwarf bit me under the bus and I saw you carve your initials into my father. I'm sure you're senile enough to understand that I get turned on by garbage men. I'm returning your memories from the military service to you, but I'll keep your photo as a memory. You should also know that I always will remember the incarnation as an eskimo.
Go burn,
Ashers
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They are not human. They may look like us, smell like us, act like us and even enjoy pleasure like us.
But they are machines.
Sex toys.
LoveDolls.
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They are not human. They may look like us, smell like us, act like us and even enjoy pleasure like us.
But they are machines.
Sex toys.
LoveDolls.
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