... Simply leave some food and soda on the desk, and some paper and a jar of ink; I'll tell you any story you wish, any image you ask for (almost).
I dream of publication, financial steadiness, and treasury...
...yet I don't seek them any more than a soft, kind-hearted lass, to share my happiness, sorrow, joy, pain, art, and life with.

I am not a salesman, a clerk, an accountant, or a manager.
I tried to become a soldier, but didn't even make it passed assessment.
I tried at investing, but was too slow, but have learned a valuable lesson.
I stand out of a normal person, maybe even a normal furry... 'course normality doesn't even agree with me anyhow.

I do what I do not for any income that I might earn (unlikely), I do what I do because I love it. My life revolves around creating things, beings, and worlds.
Not thriving to make something sell, drive in a crowd, or make myself heard.
I just want to create what I want to create, whatever comes to mind.

Why did you write this, you may ask?
Funny story. I just felt that I had to. When those feelings hit me, I don't resist, and I defenatly don't hesitate to realize and render those thoughts and feelings.

Please understand that I am not crying for attention, or begging to make a scene...


Within these seas of yells, hollers, howls, and shrieks, I only intend to make an unheard whimper. I want at least one person (if any) to understand my belief of my purpose... Whatever it may be.

The wheels have stopped spinning, so this'll be the end of this document.
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After taking the time to reread what I typed, I must admit it sounds a little silly. :)
Oh well.