i dont actually know wot a disclaimer is... *shrugs*. but it sounds about right. i guess.
okay. right. hmm. i type this and im thinking.. "why?". but i felt like saying the following. and my goddam heart just seems to run away with me. so jah. serious bit kiddies.
right. first off. as you can see by this collage of pages. tis kinda patchwork of the kind of styles. and kind of ... err... outlets. ive been going through in the past year or so. *growls at custom pages*. my god they are ugly. *screws up face at main bulk of site*. and thats just nonsense. but it does make some kinda sense... if you look closely.
so. i would just like to say. erm. this isnt me. *points*. and fank fook tisnt. (still thinking "why?"). okay. now for the entertainment...
there once was a boy called john.
who wanted to visit king kong.
he ran up a house.
and broke the back of a mouse.
but realised that the movie had all been a big con.
