Deviant since Mar 7, 2011 | Premium Member until Dec 26, 2016
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Yes, now it's February. It's still winter. I'm still working on the exact same thing I was one month ago, which is expanding the storyline in between page 436 and 437. Actually I lied, I got all that done a few weeks ago. It's ready to be posted, one page at a time, a process which continues to continue, as it has continued for several years, and will continue for several more. My latest estimates show that The Longest Night is currently about 34% finished.
Here's my February Poem, because it would seem pointless of me to make a new journal entry without some sort of poetry in it.
Green is the color of my ear, said the King of Shasta Stand back from my diagram you dastardly bitch I have no ice and I have no milk to barter for your soul and I don't want it anyway
Soak a teacup, soak it twice Burn your bed and burn the rice! Burn your face and eat dead mice then go to school and do it twice!
Dance around the Elm tree backwards, wearing vans and eating blackbirds choke your neighbor's girlfriend maybe that's what boys must do, oh baby
Midnight sun and around you go twice to the east and a ho ho ho spy a wicked pickled picker there you go aw yeah I snicker
Green is the color of my wig, thought the King of Pears I ask you to respect that flaming corpse over yonder We have no eyes and there is no time and I don't want it anyway
There. how about that?? It rhymes, it's surreal, my work here is done.