thecursedcasketofminge:

Tim Burton worship

thecursedcasketofminge:

Tim Burton worship

My skittles :D Forever Alone. 

My skittles :D 

Forever Alone. 

if lord voldermort and darth vader had a child, which one would it look more like?

Well both of them are ashen gray (Under Darth Vaders mask ofcourse), but it’d probably look like Vader PRE burn. So it’d probably end up looking like Voldemort but with long light brown hair.

WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE INANIMATE OBJECT?

Inanimate?? The humble Muffin. Either Chocolate chip or Blueberry :)

Wise words given to me by a wise Person. Helped me through good times and bad times. Then I drew it into a fun picture…Fun right?? :D

Wise words given to me by a wise Person. Helped me through good times and bad times.

Then I drew it into a fun picture…

Fun right?? :D

In Soviet Russia, Christmas celebrate YOU!

In Soviet Russia, Christmas celebrate YOU!

A Poem

There is a Duck, he lives down my road.
He isn’t quite big, not unlike the Toad.

The Toad is a fun guy he even owns a Dog,
but does take great offense if you call him Frog.

The Frog owns a Cricket team he loves to play on Bat,
this is great for everyone except the fat old Cat.

This Cat he lives inside a tree,
funnily enough it’s by the guy who sells me LSD.

I Like It This Way

I’m a Squid.
I live under your House.
I live by myself above a Dead Mouse.
I have a Octopus, He lives in a tree.
He cannot see me, He leaves me be.
I like it this Way.

I know a Man from Idaho.
He gets all excited about the Snow.
I honestly find this odd.
I rarely talk to the silly ol’ Sod.
I like it this Way.

Over the horizen, o’er hill and Valley.
There lives a fat guy who think he’s like Ali.
He think’s he’s all tough, as hard as Nails.
But the bugger can’t run, he’s slower than Snails.
I like it this Way.

The point of this Poem is strange and unknown.
a point must a arise soon, but it hasn’t been shown.
You may be wondering why I said I was a Squid.
But when they publish this Poem I’ll have a Couple of Quid.

I like it this way

The Poem That Rhymes With ‘Ite’

In the middle of the Night.
Amongst the absense of Light.
Wanders a man of restricted Height.
He goes out in the wind to fly his Kite.
He only means well, doesn’t wish to Fight.
In windy conditions he’ll sometimes take Flight.
Once in the sky he fears the Seagulls will Bite.
After which they will cover him in Shi..

Poo..

Catching and Chasing.

Today I’ll catch a butterfly.
Shalln’t let this one flutter by.
Just you watch this nutter try.

Alright then, I’ll catch a duck.
Do you think I’ll have no luck?
The thing escaped, well that does suck.

Now I’ll try and get a cow.
You’re probably saying,”I wonder how?”
He got away, well that’s just faul.

Now I’ll try to grab a goat.
It’d seem he has just jumped boat.
I think now I’ll end this note.