Fred.

The one who pulls the strings.
He laughs in the shadows after his puppet faces the punishment.
He is Fred.

He has no control over the body he is in.
So he manipulates the mind.
He whispers and he sings and he screams.

Fred is evil.
With the help of his puppet, he silently plots the apocalypse.
He is waiting.

One day Fred will launch his plan.
And he will do so in such elegance that will stupefy everybody.
For now Fred sleeps in his puppet.




But he is waiting.

Fred is a fucked up creature living in a fucked up human being. He gets bored all the time so he plans on how to prank people more effectively. Any questions he has will be transmitted to his puppet's brain and his puppet does all the asking without knowing why.

So yeah, a little tribute to the dick that lives in Sukh's mind. Now you owe me coffee mate. Moving on. The thought of Fred scares me.

I went to some fort to get some photography done with Afiq, Thirah, Kadir and... uh... I forgot the other name (The author is begging for forgiveness)... Anyways, we took a lot of shots and I got a few good ones. Will be editing them later if I'm not lazy. The percentage of me posting them here is very, very the minor.

Right now Sukh is drawing cute fluffy pink elephants with spikes in between their tusks and My Endless Love is on. Disturbing.

I meant this post to be something bout Pink Floyd. Instead I Fred extended his arm and punched me in the fucking face.

What a pain...

Oh and there's a doodle coming soon, it's bout time I introduced Mr. Ilikechickensoupandiknowkarateandcankickyourbuttinasecondlollmaorakakaka.