Imagined on Hairday 2nd of Doom, year 17. I am an artist and writer. I <3 Glitch!



A note!
Thunder rumbles, woke me from my blissful sleep. Now I'm behind, too much to do. I don't like the rain.
A note!
Great museum! this floor is exceptionally envious. :D
Dear Zubes,
I didn't get a chance to know you, but I can tell how awesome you were by the people you left behind. Their love for you makes me wish that we could have met. I hope that you find peace and solace wherever you are, and that your friends always remember you fondly.