AAAAAAAAAAGHDHAGHKHAGDHA!!!!!!!!!!

NOT FUCKING KIDDING! I FINALLY GOT IT AFTER ALMOST A YEAR OF WAIT! It just arrived and I learned it's not about Mags as I thought. Apparently president Snow is gonna be a mentor in the tenth hunger games? For the female 12 tribute? That's cartainly weird as heck. Anyway I'll get on this one tonight and see what happens. I'll keep you masonian updated, but don't expect me to be quick. It's probably the last lick of hunger games purity I'm getting, and I want to enjoy it for at least a month. I'll just keep on uploading shit comics and stuff as I read it and then have a conclusion. I'M SO FUCKING EXCITED!!!

  Okay, so I'm not done yet, but I've reached part two and this is all I've got to say:

FOR THE RECORD:
 I WAS THE FIRST ONE EVER TO DRAW LUCY GRAY BAIRD

more of my crap.

I have already signed my marriage contract to Nicholas Wilholm, you squints. Though deep down he belongs to Lukey-Lu and viceversa. I'm a masoquist.

sloooow dance with you... iiii just wanna slowwww dance with youuuu... i know all the other boys are tough and smooth and i've got the blues, i wanna slowwww dance with you. oh my god this is so gay i don't even care about adding caps.

i don't know what to dooo without youuu, i don't know where to put my haaands, i've been trying to lay my head dooooown but i'm writing this at threee a m, and i don't need the world to see that i've been the best i can be, but i don't think i could stand to be where you don't see me... jesus i crave for
gayness.

there goes the whorish one of the lisbon family. i actually dislike her, but she kinda screwed nicholas wilholm's alter-ego so she deserves a surreal portrait.

"you left me".
"i didn't mean to, you wouldn't go with me".
"you should have forced me. you were supposed to force me. it was your duty".
"how could i? you wanted to stay and save them all. you belonged there after all".
"do you think they deserve to be saved? that place is full of the worst of the worst. i belong outside, in the clean world".
"i know".
"one time or another he'll be returning. and who do you think will get the blame when he realizes you're not here? i don't think he's exactly the one to have very strong family bonds".
"he won't do anything to you. he's somewhat protecting you from the others, he's done it all your life, so why would he be the one to harm you?"
"you know he can. you know he would".
"yeah, i do. listen, i swear i'll find the way to get you out. i got... people with me right now. big ones. i'm sure we can do something about it".
"you better. and it better be soon".
"you hang on in there. hide somewhere. soon as you notice you'll be elsewhere with me, 'kay?"
"i'm hoping so. see you".
"bye".

  so the whole of my hope in life this year was divided in a) going to london in the summer and b) winning a literature contest. a) gonna be hard after all crap that's been on, and i got the results for b) this morning. it appears like i'll go back to depending on fictional couples to hold me in this land, babbie.

  So I saw some fellas playing basketball at a park's court. Me and my slavie (commonly referred to as friend) started fangirling over them and shortly became genuinely interested in their private lives. They were all topless and absolutely useless at the game. Obviously the first idea that came up to my mind was to nickname, picturize and sodomize them all! Consequently here I honor to present the Shirtless Baskets: a cheap, plotless piece of stalker fantasy that is definitely not a gay callback to west side story.