3:33 on the 3rd january 2009.
managed to sign into my deviant art, at last.

Would be lovely if I managed to keep in contact this time.
So I promise all real conversations will be backed up with things, such as 'replies'.
and 'how are yous?' which.. I'm currently not very good at.

(:

I have spent the past, well, year tbh.
Completing essays, and doing hardly anything productive. So yes, my novel is still incomplete..

But if anyone wants to read about 'The Impact Of The Witches, In Shakespears' Macbeth' I promise you it's a* standards. Well, my tutor says so anyway.

It'd be lovely if I got some feed back on my novel, deleting old, unedited, filled with errors versions and am currently correcting more chapters, so they're legible for the human mind. Feel free to point out any of my mistakes, or just drop by with a hello. (:

<3

Okeyy; howdy DA.
Looooooooonggg time no speak.
I art back, still with the writing.
But urm.. I can safely say the errr...
"emotive poetry" is /definitely/ over.
^^.


Just posted a few chapters of my FIRST novel.
I kinda have 3..
But this is my most developed one when it comes to knowing what I want from it..
So PLEASE go read&tell me stuff.
EDIT;;; I'm now gonna post each chapter individually, it'll help me be productive and actually work on my unposted chapters to a point i can post them on here.
Bad grammar&spelling ftw.. eh?



Gosh; also.
I'll have to put up an id photo or something. ^^.
howdy, how are you? <3

Music blaring.
I can see their faces.
The beat is pumping
I'd die in the mosh.

Soft rock beats..
Making it so intense.
Ready to run forward
I'd die in the mosh.

Time to start running
Straight to the caos.
Thrashing && hurting
I'd die in the mosh.

I can feel the scars.
The heated painful moments.
Battered to the bone.
I'd die in the mosh..

one girl..
one heart..
one soul..
one body..

I've given you..
Everything I own..

You abuse my body..
You crush my soul..
You hurt my heart..
&& you kill this kill..

But I'll still give you anything you want..