At least for a while. I'll return when I feel like returning, just so you know.

From January 'till now, I haven't been doin' much, while last year I did three drawings a day, and I have the idea I've said this many times already, but I'm failing in everything at the moment. It gives me quite the shivers. But oh well, I'll just keep working on untill summer comes, and then all will be fine. Status? I must make a lot of homework to get to the next year, plus a very big project-thing I must do on my own because of my.. unwanted Dark Gift. No, I'm not a vampire, but I have Discalculy. It's not quite as fun as you think, giggling morons. Anyways, besides that there's a lot of other stuff goin' on in real life, too, which I am too lazy/tired of too describe. On the internet, a lot of my contacts seem to have comitted suicide or something like that, because of my failure to be present here nowadays. Besides all these unfortunate things which tempt my iron patience and willpower, there's a glory little thingy here.

Yeah, that's it. I have 3000 Pageviews now, and I am forced to thank you all from the bottom o' the North Sea. You have shown to be goodly people, and not potato-smellin' traitors á la Squirkybeard the Obnoxious, or some other foul villain from unknown fiction phrases. Really, thanks, all. It didn't enlighten my day in any way or sort, but at least it's better than being slapped in the face with a concrete dildo. Was that hypocritical arrogance I did smell there from my very own mouth? Yeah. You suck, foolz. I am teh bezt becuz I have 3000 pgviewzz! And things like that. Am I serious? Yes. On the other hand, maybe not. I really like you guys 'n gals. I can't say I love you, but I appreciate your appearance and this noble gesture of keeping in touch and all that crap. Man, it's hard to give a serious and nice answer these dark days. Yeah, doom is near. My classmates are starting to hate me, too, I'm afraid, and I like it. Wonder why? Well, I'm a cynical bastard, if that's what you mean. I think this is enough writings for this month.

Cheerio
Who Knows.

I've been working two months now on invisible things that are beyond your powers. The Contest in the Netherlands. It's quite finished now, and I went to deliver it.. however, they never opened, and I am still here with my drawings. I sigh in the dark, and try not to lose my temper. Goddamnit, why did they not open.

Lalala, life's good, etc.
Cheerio !

I want to get back on normal drawing soon, but yet again the homework teases me like a tiny bird.

Aghh.. Sickness. I feel a fever comin' up, and I feel miserable. I have to do like 10000 of things today, and if I don't do them, I'm dead. I was happy I had time for it, but now I am sick and can do nothing. :'l

Vomitorz,
Olaf Brouwer.

Love is a Toilet


Slowly but surely drowning
Hardly regretting the rain
You glance at me with your eyebrows frowning
Recognizing eachothers pain.

Sorrow and grief we did to ourselves
Denying the fact that we die
Ignoring the products on top of the shelves
And not only in our beds we lie.

Truth is that I still love you
But whenever we meet
I always need to use the loo
And flee to the toilet seat.

On the toilet I wonder how could it reach this point
We are both torn asunder in a dreadful joint
We ignore the option for a toiletpaper to share
Even if we both have plenty and both want a spare.

Now I drink from your toilet and you drool in mine
Now we can love and all will be fine.

(Love is a toilet that you need to flush
If there's too much trouble, haste and hush.
Take the time and harvest your winnings
Start new stories and finish beginnings.)


By Olaf Brouwer.