Don't cry for my weeping willow,
For no axe feels emotion,So save some salt for the ocean.Because like frantic fruit flies,Or snowmen on a lukewarm day,We'll all be dead soon anyway.CONTEXT: There is none. Hello everyone. I enjoy writing. I enjoy posting it for others to read and critique and comment on. I am playing with GameMaker still, but my SUPERJAUL guy bailed on me entirely. So now you know. Some pics of what I've been fucking with bro: (same concept of Superjail, except aliens. And I'm doing graphics and shit. Not much to it at the moment.)
"Everyone dies, my love."
Even the superjail guy.