So many drawings they clutter my home because my book cannot hold anymore. When will these visions end, these images in my mind. They can only consume me so I must get it out on paper.
But every night... They stare at me, like they are staring right through me.
Its pure corruption...And I must free myself.
I don't know what they mean, only my proxy knows
And i spoke with him I truly spoke to him
It wad on a website but I now know where he is hiding, I will go over there with my friend and my camra.
I will post what I find...
if anything.
R-
