Doodling Grounds 2

Yet another clusterfuck masterpiece as I procrastinate on everything because I've nothing to do and boredom has pushed my inspiration over a cliff. *sobs*

Here you can see shitty drawings, homework, feeble attempts at poetry, quotes, lyrics, early ideas on Baron, frenglish at its finest, and close to the bottom, a conversation between a friend and I. She's the one writing in pen, and I in pencil.

Hey look! It's Eight! Don't even know why he's there but I think it's an adequate drawing _{Except the awkward wave but whatever}

Holy shit the scanner killed everything.
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Eight belongs to *SchizoInsanity

Pretty much everything else belongs to me.