histórias de Knees

If you have stumbled upon this randomly, I'm sorry. None of this will make any sense. If you were sent here knowing what this is all about, I'm sorry. It's a mess and still probably doesn't make sense. This is what happens when you get those random craving for human flesh. Nom nom.

I'm dying inside, but for Valentine's Day, I guess I'll give you guys a little treat: an art book, filled with all of my art of The Experiment, Creation's Diamond, Undirbry, fan art, and even some occasional jokes to keep you all interested.

Knees.

AHH

Have you ever wanted to take the world hostage with a large cannon that shoots nothing but BBQ sauce and melted cheese? Have you ever wanted to claim your delicious revenge on the insolent mortals that challenged you when you were younger? Even if you have not felt the desire to crush the world in the palm of your hand read this book anyway and I promise I won't find you and lick your sandwiches just before you eat them. Did I mention I'm an evil genius?

A collection of bird-brained poems that attempt to answer the following question: What can you do when you're as busy as a bee and life bugs you to the point where you cry fowl? And there you go, barking at the geese, ducks, swans, swatting carpenter bees with your tennis racket and drowning ants with your water hose as if that will help. The Woodpecker Gazette calls it "A silly, idiotic and unintelligent must-read." ©️ 2019-2022 Mark Toney

Just for offline purposes

[COMING SOON] So maybe he wasn't a knight in shining armor with a helmet of steel riding a noble steed. This isn't a fairytale, and this sure as hell isn't Shrek with dragons and ogres. But right in this moment I can tell you he was special. Maybe he was only in my life for the shortest amount of time possible, but he was there and for some reason everything seemed to get just a little bit easier to handle with him around. Until God decided to swallow him up. Sometimes I wondered why I even cared about a boy who was rude to me most of the time. He made fun of me for being sick, when deep underneath that hard surface of his, he was sick, too. He acted tough in the face of a threat, but he was a softie underneath. The only reason we actually met was that stupid church sermon I was forced to attend around Easter time with my family. He just so happened to be there with his, and for the most unknown reason ever, my entire family knew his. Except me. [© 2013, ALANNAH FAE. ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. THIS WORK CONTAINS MATERIAL PROTECTED UNDER INTERNATIONAL AND FEDERAL COPYRIGHT LAWS AND TREATIES. NO PART OF THIS WORK MAY BE REPRODUCED OR TRANSMITTED IN ANY FORM OR BY ANY MEANS WITHOUT EXPRESS WRITTEN PERMISSION FROM ALANNAH FAE.]

Donald and Joe meet, but they're both married. so what should they do?

so the name gives what this is about so idc

A collection of Poetry. The eyes are said to be a window to the soul. To me, poetry is the same. Not only a means of expression, but a vessel to carry you away from the restraints of reality; a way to awake and evoke feelings in you. I hope you enjoy this. Dedicated to Jodie, for believing in, and supporting me when even i don't think it's worth it.

Damis is faking who he is for the greater good. But when Clèante shows up, can he keep pretending?

𝐭𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞.