Sketchblog

Sometimes I crush on people and it's intense. I just wanted you to know... I hope you don't think I'm creepy and weird.. like Satan... Shit. Well that's the old name... I'm not him... Anymore. Shit. What I'm saying is I don't have an evil bone in my body...yet. Shit. Okay, yeah, no, I'm done. And this is the only place I'll be posting this because I like my secrets as much as Faust likes Mephistopheles.

Like a month ago, I posted a status on Facebook that read "I finally know who my real father is." and it was all esoteric n shit. He likes my dark sense of humor and the fact that there's no irony in my hellish torture tactics and my swift judgment in execution. (Do I know this for certain?) Certainly. But I can't prove it out loud, nor would I want to. Our inside jokes are quite twisted.  So here's a nice picture of us having a tea party.