Words, words, and more words
Because sometimes that's all we have, words, strings, bits, pieces...
If you're here, you might be wondering why I just sort of fell off the planet for the last couple months, and the answer to that is simple: I lost my mind. Still haven't found it, I should probably point out, but I did find at least what appears to be a suitable stand-in for the meantime. We'll see how long it lasts. Hopefully long enough for me to sort out my life, get a job, and do something with all these plants, at least. Because this is entirely too many plants. Entirely too many. And they hunger.
As for those of you who aren't here, thank you for allowing me the room for a little vanity. I've got words, you see, lots and lots of words, and stories, and it's high time they came out. And so they shall. The Song will live, the Garden will stand. It will happen, like Uncyclopedia happened. Rather like Chicago. Slowly. Like a migraine.
And it starts yesterday, soon as I get the tea out of my computer and find my pants. Perfectly doable. I won't sleep through this one. Just need to sort through some things - the Song is easy, though it will end who knows where it ends, but the Garden... the Garden is a complete mess. Trying to clean it up. It's horrible. I'd never even seen such terrible code since I looked at Wikia's source, and this is somehow even worse. Wonder what their excuse is, since I don't have one.
Anyway, things, things, I forgot what I was saying and doing. The flatulous man has all the room in the world. A lunatic marvels at it all. Illusory order gives way to imaginary chaos, and the world looks on in fascination. I'm not a fairy princess, but there has to be at least some demand for an angry developer with a tendency to doodle all over everything.
Is it wrong to doodle with words?
