Chillin with the **literal dream guy.

Perfect day for a trip to a 'themepark' , no?



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met cyrs and claire the day before and "(+ friends) yesterday after that for screams and puking.

** person that seem to enjoy appearing in my dreams.
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The beginning of the compilation.


Letterform sampling.

Practice makes perfect, no?

letterfont sketch.

modified copies.

my attempts.

flower.

need I say more?


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Declaration:
Silent blabber is purely spontateous thinking and typing with the continuous influence of the writer's surroundings. Thoughts are not written to scale. Thoughts are partially fictional and are not to be trusted. Read at your own risk.

Silent blabber #2
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Hello. ((:
Have you ever realized why the sky was so blue? This is actually because the sea is that blue. So you would think why is the sea so blue? Well I’d tell you, but I’m too lazy. Fine, fine I’ll tell you. It’s because the (the money becomes clean) fish in the sea go ‘bluep bluep bluep’. Haha. Okay, Bad joke. It’s just another excuse why I’m not listening in class. Actually I am. (roll eyes) it’s a very complicated situation. Blah blah blah. I, personally, find the little red squiggly lines under these words very annoying. And that little camera on your lappie, is freakin me out. It’s like there’s little people in there looking at me. Blame it on the fairy tales. Goblins, changelings, pixies and secret realms. They get to you. In a funny way. Tend to make your imagination run stupid. Boggarts scare me. Banshees too. Screw you Microsoft Word. Damn you red squiggly lines. Lalala. Let’s go for Macdonalds. I’m starting to really hate those squiggly lines. I shall plot world domination against those little pip-squeaks. RAWWR. Okay. Yes, I’m bored. So go away. No no, don’t go away. Buy me white chocolate. Then you can go away. Kick a dog, Kick a cat, kick a rat, I’ll call you fat. Then I’ll hit you with a bat. Then I’ll turn you into a mat. Then I’ll sit on you till you’re really flat. Haha. Yes, this tickles me. Go on, humour me. Don’t you find antropomorphism very interesting. I guess I spelt it wrong since those little red squiggly line won’t leave me alone. Great. Now the green ones wanna join in too eh. Squiggly galore. Idiots. Go away. I don’t want you. Go haunt the green lady or something. She’s the genius of central park. She’s the witch who put the ridiculous geas on neef and astris. Poor neef. Well. Changelings are mortal anyway. And besides, curiousity never cease to amaze the mortal mind. Or so plenty of folk lore seem to claim. Oh focus, focus, where art thou. In the shops, rampaging through sale items i say. OMG. The tubes are with her. Damn it. Pay me back I say. I feel awfully lonely without my greens. :/ . oh well. Not like I’ll never get them back right. But seriously, I’d really like to have them now. It’s just that selfish want to have your things in range. Of sight, of touch. Blah blah blah. Flip flip flip, flip those pages people. Let’s get this class over and done with. I’ve got too much on my mind. Personally, I don’t really enjoy you reading my thoughts. Not particularly really. But okay. Not like you can help it. So now that I have your attention, I shall cast a spell on you, and THEN plot world domination. MUAHAHAH. Okay. My teething appetite has gotten the better of me. GROWL. Goodbye my friend, for time waits for no man, and i want some fries. NOW.
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"God is good, God is true

God is big and mighty too.

Satan sucks.

The end."

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'funkyb.com'

So daddy has been bugging me about painting his shirt. There. With love and paint.

Not that there's much I can do with a swollen eye. Yup. Swollen eye. Can you say eyelid infection? Again. But I say, "Thank God for this swollen eye!". Why you ask? I have no idea. But in everything give thanks, and that's what i'mma do.

The pain lets me know I'm alive.
The swelling lets me know I have an eye.
The infection gives me an excuse to miss school.

Why this rhymes, I don't have a clue.

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...'Evil eye' ..............................Regular eye

Be afraid, be very afraid.

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10 sucky things that can happen in life; yet there's always something to be thankful for.



1. Falling off a 15 story building, breaking every bone but still breathing.

- You just bought insurance.


2. House catches fire, leaving you with nothing but ash, debris and the 2 dollar note in your pocket.

-Your legs work just fine to walk you to MacDonalds to buy a cheeseburger.



3. Spilling coffee on the new dress you spent half your savings on.

-You still have the other half to buy another one.



4. Dislocating both your shoulders during your first dance recital.

-Harlem at it's best.


5. Having to be in that one toilet cubicle with a dysfuntional flushing system during your first prom night with the cutest guy you've always dreamed of going to prom with, after that banana guacamole curry smoothie your 'best' friend had dared you to drink during the hottest truth and dare contest.

-You're 15, by the time you're 25, no one would remember. or they might. but then you'd have a really cool embarrasing childhood story to tell to your kids.


6. It's national day, and every local channel is airing that national day rally in every language they could possibly come up with.

-Thank God for cable. ( if you don't have cable, be thankful you have a TV.)


7. Your dog ate your homework.

-You'd never have to worry about him having not enough fibre in his diet.

8. Your dog ate your library book.

-You'd REALLY never have to worry about him not having enough fibre in his diet.

9. Writing an entry about 10 sucky things that can happen in life; yet there's always something to be thankful for, and only coming up with 9.

-Your legs work just fine to walk you to MacDonalds to buy yourself a Happy meal and a McFlurry.

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Remind me again, why people pay so much for a printed painting that every can purchase at IKEA. Yes, IKEA. You know, that swedish furniture/home furnishing company. Yeah that one. Not the Irish one. haha.
Seriously, they're printed! And theres like thousands of them! Gee people get with the programme. Paint your own! Throw a bunch of rotten vegetables at a canvas, or do a self portriat blind folded and TAH-DAH, Pickasole.

This is the selfportriat I did with my eyes closed. Maybe a peep or so. Still.



Obviously it doesnt look like me, it's abstract. This is bound to ward off the evil spirits as well as serve as a piece of valuable art. Go on, try it.
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Edison Chen is the hottest thing ever.
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