THE END OF THE RANTPen an Ink. © Dec 8th 2011. By Leighton Kelly    •    Well, this ends my rants for the day. 5 in a row to cover my ass after i realized i had a grip missing for my 2 year quota. my 730th posts for DAY ONE 2012. the end of two years of art and whatever comes out of my fingers and onto the keyboard. i still got a few weeks before the first day of 2012 so i recon i’ll still keep pumping these lil bits of weirdness at least until then.  probs after that too.. but who knows.. maybe i’ll find a place in the forest and settle down. i really don’t know.  there are so many possibilities. so many ways to be and experience this weird ass life. but hey, listen, i really want to thank you for hanging in there. normally i really don’t know if there is any one out there at all listening. i suppose it docent really matter but i always feel like there is a reason to keep expressing myself when someone says, “hey Lay, i read your weird blog” and then they tell me that they want to read more. then i’m all, all right. i’ll keep doing it i guess. its either that or leaning what wild plants i can salvage after the lizard shape shifters start their campaign of zombie conversions and i gotta learn how to shoot the lasers left over by the fallen ones. ohhh.. i hope i accidentally fall into the other parallel timeline where everything is made out of candy and there are adventures with dragons and ufo races and everything else that docent exist in this concrete jungle. or its zombie killing 24/7.  could be fun.. i’m open to it.

THE END OF THE RANT
Pen an Ink. © Dec 8th 2011. By Leighton Kelly
    •    Well, this ends my rants for the day. 5 in a row to cover my ass after i realized i had a grip missing for my 2 year quota. my 730th posts for DAY ONE 2012. the end of two years of art and whatever comes out of my fingers and onto the keyboard. i still got a few weeks before the first day of 2012 so i recon i’ll still keep pumping these lil bits of weirdness at least until then.  probs after that too.. but who knows.. maybe i’ll find a place in the forest and settle down. i really don’t know.  there are so many possibilities. so many ways to be and experience this weird ass life. but hey, listen, i really want to thank you for hanging in there. normally i really don’t know if there is any one out there at all listening. i suppose it docent really matter but i always feel like there is a reason to keep expressing myself when someone says, “hey Lay, i read your weird blog” and then they tell me that they want to read more. then i’m all, all right. i’ll keep doing it i guess. its either that or leaning what wild plants i can salvage after the lizard shape shifters start their campaign of zombie conversions and i gotta learn how to shoot the lasers left over by the fallen ones. ohhh.. i hope i accidentally fall into the other parallel timeline where everything is made out of candy and there are adventures with dragons and ufo races and everything else that docent exist in this concrete jungle. or its zombie killing 24/7.  could be fun.. i’m open to it.