AscendantLiche

forgot about this thing. guess since im doing a creative writing course i might as well upload some shit i've written that isnt being marked, huh. maybe, maybe not. we'll see i guess. i have like 3000 words of pure shit that needs somewhere to live that isnt my hdd, so maybe that.
w/e, what happens happens.
also i've turned into a pretentious morrowind fan, something something ALMSIVI

g'day.

So I'm gonna curl up in a corner and indulge my new love of roguelikes.
Blegh.

P.S.: Ghosts of Christopher Columbus, Hernan Cortez and Francisco Pizarro, you can all go fuck yourselves in the ass with a masterfully crafted macuahuitl.

Nah.

Been reading Lovecraft recently. Pretty cool. Tried to write a poem about writing a poem. Didn't work, so I gave up.
Wrote coursework recently. Lots of it. It sucks.
Lost my kindle fire tablet. Probs got stolen while I was at school. gg me. Gotta get a new one but I dont want to have to tell my stepdad about me losing it.

That's justr about it for me. Tought I might as well prove I still exist.
Byesies.

My old story, Expeditions and Intrigues. Would anyone be interested if I were to attempt to restart writing it? I've had a couple of ideas for it and I'd like to get back to it but if no one wants me to then That's fine
Just wonderin'.

And this year, I have been gifted the gift of poetry.
A Collection of Keat's poetry, along with a copy of Machiavelli's "The Prince", a satirical handbook on how to rule a country.
My mother gave me them early. Don't know why.

Anyway, merry christmas. Sorry to all my friends who I won't be getting gifts for, the bank has been a bitch abvout getting me a new card.
Happy new year folks.

P.S. I have written a couple more poems for a certain someone and might upload them if I feel like, as Iago said, wearing my heart on my sleeve "for the 'daws to peck at."

P.P.S. I fucking love Othello, the play that Iago is from. Shakespeare was a godsdamned genius.

P.P.P.S I want Oscar Wilde's children. That is all.