Have you ever had the feeling when you just think of the thousands of possible ways to kill a person but they don't disturb you at all? Like, I was just finishing up my homework and started thinking about the many ways I could kill someone with a pencil. Or a piece of paper. Or a computer. Even a feather. Am I going insane...

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Mai Book of Art and Updates *warning: there may be rant*
De TodoDis is a book of my art. It is also a book of my updates which will probably bore you unless you read my books. Why combine the two together? Because I freakin can. Question me and you get a sword in your throat. *warning: Cursing. LOTS AND LOTS OF...