![]() |
You can thank me. XD <3
|
Quote:
|
Did Bat-Battz-Maru poke you until you flopped over here :|
|
No xD i actually wanted to come to tris
|
Seee! I was a good girl!
I didn't bug 'em! <3 |
*is so late to the conversation that I am now analyzing its fossils.*
...that sounded better in my head... ANYWAY, hello all. |
xD Heya LawLaw <3
|
|
YAS, IT ME!
I'm unpacking and doing laundry, then re packing. |
I was in hellgraine (migraine hell) this morning, cleaned house, and now am trying to figure out some things towards the stories...and likely will draw some...
Oh! and I have more essays to work on...and my computer decided to take a nap for a day or two. Inquiry I am looking at: How would humans who moved from a dying country to another country pass on that knowledge, and how would that tradition change after 1,000 years? |
Thankfully, no migraines for me today.
Just anxiety times a zillion. But im working through it. Good luck with your essays!! And I hope you're feeling better |
A gingerman sits in his gingerbread house, Is he made of house, or is his house made of flesh. He screams for he does not know.
|
As he realizes that his clothes are made of the sugar of his eyes, a head, cruel and massive, knocks from on high.
"Little man, little man, feed me your home, lest I break your ginger bones." The gingerbread man said in reply, "I am my home, by the sugary skylight. I will not feed you what is mine tonight." The grinning head spoke not, but a hammer in hand, he lifted it above house and the gingerbread man. |
Ive never heard that part before
|
Well, if you want to think about it, we sort of are that gingerbread man...chemically, we eat, clothe ourselves with, and live in carbon-based things. xD
And I made the story off the top of my head. xD |
Law -- wait, pass down knowledge of what?
|
All times are GMT -4. The time now is 03:48 PM. |
Powered by vBulletin®