Thursday, January 27, 2011

My worldly greeting.

So I have decided to bestow upon this world my wonderful little greeting, dear non-readers.

It seems his effects have rubbed off on me. The radiance of him is prevalent in this fine little piece, quelling the aptitude and clarity, perhaps a reflection of my still mangled psyche.

My text on this page is far more literate and readable than the garbled scrawls I still seem unable to rid myself of. For any of you no-one who wish to follow this little embankment of mine, I would not rely too heavily upon my current camera-captured antics. Whilst my words may seem calm, if unstable, my physical being is, sadly, still a mess.

Much like a fire-stained bramble, this burnt thorn has many a way to go before sense starts to crack these distraught walls.


  1. That was frankly a terrible video, Jason. I'm dissapointed.

  2. Sorry, me. You know how it is, what with his essence still staining my mind and all that.

  3. Yes, yes, I know, Jason. But that's why you're here, isn't it?

    In addition, what is this nonsense of "I'm watching you"? Who are you watching?

  4. I'm watching me, Jason, that's who I'm watching.

  5. Ah, a wise choice, Jason, you need watching, after all. This video is evidence enough of that.