We'll form alliances, but one by one, we'll turn on each other until none of us know who we can trust~
I read a Gaiman short story yesterday! I should probably nut it so I do something today.
He looks a little like an Alan Moore/Grant Morrison lovechild~
I want to make french toast but I don't think I have enough milk ; ; I do have vanilla extract, maybe I can mix that with water?
I want one with a blown up crotch.
Don't think I can fit in a film tonight. Shattered.
I still have more westerns. They've been making me want to replay Red Dead Redemption.
I have dinosaur cookie cutters too, if you'd like to see the cookies meeting their demise~
WHY DO I DO THESE THINGS:
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Dream sweet dreams of Grant Morrison and Alan Moore having a shoot out at dawn for the heart of Neil Gaiman, Doc <3
FYI, French Toast without milk is still awesome. It's a bit less rich, but I'm sick so that's a good thing.
This intro thing is not as easy as I expected...
To start things off... I can't really find the material I want.
And I'm not that advanced of an editor to get what I want with what I have...
Some of it needs an actual live orchestration.
Ooga-Chaka Ooga-Ooga Ooga-Chaka.
If you're looking for a way to bail out of it, that's fine.
I won't hold it to you, man. You sent in a couple of other submissions anyhow.
Waiting on the Injuns.
Injuns are kinda slow, eh.
We were busy running our casinos and creating roadblocks for the logging trucks.
We cried real Injun tears when those logging trucks littered on our sacred burial grounds.
Then Sparky and I held each other on the reserve while we polished off a case of beer each.