Drawings and Stuff..

Just felt like uploading photo booth pictures of some stuff I've been drawing lately..

I'm going to try and do this fairly often, so check back if you like what you see :)

Tim.xo

Luke Pownall

http://chokingonteeth.wordpress.com/
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NAME: Luke Pownall (no middle name, 'I feel stooged!')
BLOG: http://chokingonteeth.wordpress.com/
AGE: 23 years of age
FAVOURITE DANCE MANEUVER: "

that one where girls dont laugh so hard

sort of use my arm like im bouncing a bball

and like move my front foot as if im doing tic tacs on my board..

you know... i mean it looks pretttty good"

FAVRORITE CANDY (Luke's girlfran works at a candy store!):

"love heart lollies. we sit there in bed eating them and try to put the words on them in to a sentence without the other one noticing.

its so super gay but she likes me being this lame."

So you could either go look at his sweet blog with awesome photos on it, or you could just keep looking at child porn whilst checking over your shoulder every few seconds.. totally up to you.. really.

Sorry for the lack of actual content lately, I have just been finding new friends with blogs that you may enjoy :)

'You kinda need food to live' - Stephanie Grace.. pure genius.

Tim. xo

Rebecca Gumienny: The Blog.

If you like teen angst and beautiful photographs.. You need to start following RGum.

You will find the following:

Photos of Rebecca's Bedroom
Webcam photos of the beautiful girl herself
Photos of her trips to the fruit markets
Writing about the cute guy behind the counter at a Bakery, that she refuses to smile back to. (I do not approve of this)

All in all, an enjoyable blog.. check it out by clicking the following image.


Hope everyone smells nice, so someone else can tell you that you smell nice.

Timothy. xo

If you like Red pandas and Graphic Design..

..then you are going to love what Karma has in store for you!

http://www.hellokarma.wordpress.com/
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Check it out, add it to your list of fav's, do what you gotta do!

Tim.xo

New friend

Hedwig is the latest edition to the family!

Hope everyone is having a lovely day so far,
Going to dump all the photos from my phone into the next post.. so hold on tight!

Tim. x

Justin Acca.

Some great stuff I picked up today from Devil's Ink Tattoo shop! Justin Acca's artwork.. you should look him up.

Hope everyone had a lovely day,

Tim. xo

Osoanon Nimuss.

Once on a yellow piece of paper with green lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Chops"
because that was the name of his dog
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and a gold star
And his mother hung it on the kitchen door
and read it to his aunts
That was the year Father Tracy
took all the kids to the zoo
And he let them sing on the bus
And his little sister was born
with tiny toenails and no hair
And his mother and father kissed a lot
And the girl around the corner sent him a
Valentine signed with a row of X's
and he had to ask his father what the X's meant
And his father always tucked him in bed at night
And was always there to do it.

Once on a piece of white paper with blue lines
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Autumn"
because that was the name of the season
And that's what it was all about
And his teacher gave him an A
and asked him to write more clearly
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because of its new paint
And the kids told him
that Father Tracy smoked cigars
And left butts on the pews
And sometimes they would burn holes
That was the year his sister got glasses
with thick lenses and black frames
And the girl around the corner laughed
when he asked her to go see Santa Claus
And the kids told him why
his mother and father kissed a lot
And his father never tucked him in bed at night
And his father got mad
when he cried for him to do it.

Once on a paper torn from his notebook
he wrote a poem
And he called it "Innocence: A Question"
because that was the question about his girl
And that's what it was all about
And his professor gave him an A
and a strange steady look
And his mother never hung it on the kitchen door
because he never showed her
That was the year that Father Tracy died
And he forgot how the end
of the Apostle's Creed went
And he caught his sister
making out on the back porch
And his mother and father never kissed
or even talked
And the girl around the corner
wore too much makeup
That made him cough when he kissed her
but he kissed her anyway
because that was the thing to do
And at three A.M. he tucked himself into bed
his father snoring soundly

That's why on the back of a brown paper bag
he tried another poem
And he called it "Absolutely Nothing"
Because that's what it was really all about
And he gave himself an A
and a slash on each damned wrist
And he hung it on the bathroom door
because this time he didn't think
he could reach the kitchen.

-- Taken from The Perks of Being a Wallflower by Stephen Chbosky.

Happy New Year all!

-Tim.