jojothefrikkenclown

I'm just a random straw nihilist who's trying to draw. I don't like ponies. I don't like people. I don't like chickens unless they're fried, I don't like anything that involves describing some form of art (As seen on Cracked.com: "... You know, rhythmic expression of emotion through bodily movement?"). I also hate the word art. The word moist used to bother me, but now it doesn't any more. In the morning, I use a deep pore cleanser lotion, and then for some reason I get into the shower, which washes it off, but anyway, I then use a water activated gel cleanser, then a honey almond body scrub and, on the face, an exfoliating gel scrub. After this, I then repeatedly smash a brick into various extremities of mine to cause micro-fractures that then heal in order to condition my bones to be more sturdy. I then exit the shower, and brush my teeth six times in a row, taking fifteen minute breaks in between. I then eat breakfast. I don't have to exit the bathroom as my shower is located in the living room for some reason. I exit my living room, and then proceed to eat three eggs, and two pieces of buttered toast. I don't like the crust on my toast, so I rarely eat it. I should also note that I keep my clothes on for this entire process, including the shower. I am very clean, since I also bathe in nitric acid and then use a stem cell treatment to regrew my newly lost skin and tissue. I sometimes feel as if people I know are covered in their own saliva, though as far as I know they are not. I think the validity of all this information could be skewed, because, as I said prior, I do smash a brick into my extremities, and that includes my head.

And that's all there is to it...