Oh so CLASSIC.

He thinks he can,
He thinks he can,
He dreams he can,
But he probably can't.

He is supposed to do something.
It's rather important.
He reminds himself.
But he forgets.

These things they add up.
They collect on his head.
This time he really will do it.
But he has so little time.

He begins to get overwhelmed,
He is completely overwhelmed,
So he sets it aside,
But it follows him.

When will I learn,
He asks so frequent,
Ah I did learn,
But he really didn't.

Something biting his heels,
Something bashing his head,
Something more trips his leg,
But he keeps going.

The path is rugged,
Ill-shapen,
Long worn,
But he keeps walking.

Why does he walk,
Why does he struggle,
Why does he care,
There are things expected of him.

He is not weak,
Though he may be weary,

So much too see,
So far ahead,
Though all he can see is himself.

He knows he needs prodding,
Though he ignores it still.

Denying himself what lie on that hill.

He bites his own heel,
He protects his head,
He steps a little higher.

There are things he expects of himself.

I need to do laundry, but I'm not really feeling it.

Is it bad to wear dirty clothes sometimes?

I think I'm ganna go do some laundry.

The Brick Thief: A LEGO Short Film

Hippity Hoppities

I didn't know what my mother meant by that either. But on xmas our fam got four adult sized ones.  They are most fun indeed, in fact that very morning the children plus one went outside and raced on them.  Guess who won all the races but one? That's right, ME! Here is photo proof:

cool huh?

Hey I'm Back

Yo Gangsta,

I know it has been a while, but I am back now.  So I don't have much to say (atleast not in this post).

Here is some Art work? Don't judge me! These are conceptual, mere sketches.  It doesn't help that I did not edit/crop work to the photos either.

Anyways.