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I wonder if I did that right.
Actually.
Fuck that, I don't really care.

Things!
Just on the off chance anyone still bothers to read these words what I type and look at the drawings I stole from a hospitalized leprosy-downs syndrome child and uploaded here claiming ownership of..
During recent months, the child's condition has only worsened and in February, after his hands rotted away into mutated stumps seemingly overnight, I stopped visiting him, as his usefulness to me had finally expired.
He has since died of a combination of heart failure and lung cancer which, doctors say, was most likely caused by the cigarettes and jars of McDonalds I fed him during our visits. I say it was UFOs.
I did not attend the funeral. His family refused to serve New York style hot dogs at the wake so those cheap wankers and their dead little boy whose name I never took the time to learn, can go fuck themselves.

Long story short, on the very rare occasion, I'll try to draw something I would assume is about the level of a hideously disabled child's talent, upload it and proceed to go away for a long time again.

During those menstrual cycles of silence, I can be found being a social networking whore at the following links.

Facebook - [link]
(Drawings will often than not end up here.)

Twitter - [link]
(Follow and learn what it's like to be flooded with tweets about nothing.)

Foursquare - [link]
(Stalking made frighteningly easy!)

Tumblr - [link]
(I've posted on it maybe three times.. But follow anyway!)

Oh, and I'm going to start reporting those twatty 15 year-olds that, no matter how long the show's been dead for, still feel the need to comment on my old Invader Zim fanart that I'm too lazy to delete with shit like "OMG! Dats so CUUUUUUTE!!! I herd da showz cuming bak but on MTV now!! GIR IS TTLY DA BEZT U GUISE!! SO RANDUM OLOLOLOL!!!!1!!111!!11ONE!!!!"

Or I might just neck myself.
It's a tough decision.

Until I have to suffer your presence again.
♥ - Tyson C.