"Fire bad!" -Frank

I cant figure out what kind of background I want. while I was drawing it realized I really need to get a drawing pad cuz the mouse is holding back my artistic skizzles
O_O seacrest out

Had to change the damn cover to our album because the lyrics were to frickin serious and depressing for the other name.

So I get to draw it! Yay!

Hate me or love me for it, I don't give a shit.

Yes, I know the fire would light up the background, but I'm leaving it like that for effect. Hmmkay?

Oh that crazy tam.

almost.

A sketch of me with select piercings that I'm planning on getting.

OOOOOO...it's Trunks...hahaha...I don't actually watch DBZ any more...but I was watching it earlier and decided to draw the guy I had a crush on when I was little..yuh..Trunks..hahahah

Oh and of course the timer was off...I was talking to people and watching cartoons...woooo for cartoons!!...I really thought I spent alot more time on this though..It felt like over 2 hours...

There is a moment each leap year, at exactly three minutes past three on the morning of February twenty-ninth. If you possess the courage, await that moment in darkened room, with no other present. At that moment, the darkness will deepen. If you were to hold you hand directly before your face, you would not see a thing. But you must not do so. No, for that would be to waste the moment. Instead you must reach out, into that impenetrable darkness.
And it will reach out to you.
An unseen hand will grasp yours. You must not flinch away, nor tighten your grasp. To do so will only slough away more of the decrepit flesh that covers it, and anger its unseen owner. Remain perfectly still, as the withered fingers move over your palm, tracing unknown patterns. Do not move an inch as it crawls slowly up your arm. And most of all, do not even breathe as it caresses your face, touching what cannot be seen.
Should you remain still through this, the hand will be withdrawn and a voice will speak, so close you can feel its breath on your face, smell the scent of decay it carries. It will ask you for one simple piece of information: your name. Answer truthfully. Answer truthfully, and the presence will retreat, leaving only a whisper in the air as the darkness lifts. "It is done."
From that day on, untold good fortune will be yours, and mysterious power. You will lack nothing, and have everything. But in a year, perhaps two, you will feel your skin begin to decay, and smell the sweet smell of death upon your breath...

He's the prom king.