fuddbutter
smashing it up…

i have so much in my head, why cant i get it out… i need someone that can dictate for me, get whats in my head out..

I lye in bed at night and the same things go over and over, but it never makes it to paper (or to web in this case) but i wish it would, it would explain me better, give people insight to who i am, who fudd is… but it is stuck…

and fuck i love this pink floyd song…

The world around us is burning, the fires are roaring, the end is nigh! But is there a care in the world, no, nothing… we sit here waiting, drawing out the end, life as we know it has no meaning, stuck in this world where the inevitable is is far away cause we want to live for ever, but is living forever worth the years living in a dream world of no reality where dementia is king and life is useless…   Life is for the taking, it is short, we are here for one reason, and one reason alone, to procreate and facilitate the world… but living in a world where there is no end in site just to take up space and clog the system with… Read More

its now, happy thingy and shit cunts.

pretty much where i was this tiime last year updating this, sitting with awesome mates celebrating NYE like rockstars.

i’m not replying to any of the generic messages that are getting sent to me (sorry, but if you cant personalize it, fuck you!)

Anyway, happy new thingy everyone! thanks to all my fucking awesome mates! you make this world bearable and make life worth living! thank you!

beer!

cheese!

Best EVER!

Welcome all, now come around as i have a story to tell about Violence, Terror and Corn…

There was a day not unlike the days before and the many days that would come after it. A young man would sit outside in the sun writing tales about the town and the people he came across, but today was a little different as there was more on the young man’s mind that just enjoying the sun…

It all started two seasons ago at the start of the corn harvest. It is the busiest time of the year and towns population swells with travellers looking for work and market owners looking for produce.

Our young protagonist would spend… Read More

tomic:

A smoke machine and someone trying to have a shower in a really small bathroom.

Ahhh antics.

Arseholes!