Gatewalker's Library (under construction)

She introduced me
to a lot of poetry.
She used to be a poet too.
I guess she got better.

I let my guard down,
and she stole my heart.
But since we're great friends,
she said we must stay apart.
I guess that's the pain,
that drives a poet to his art.

-BA

Finally!

damn... that has been a real pain in the ass.

Now... time to work on the theme, and get some content up!

So, I added The World Ends With You, a most excellent DS game I wish to own and have yet to purchase, to my Amazon wish list today.

This is a partial mirror of the NPT Sandbox Comics from the labs of Doctor Insano. No comics directly related to Doctor Insano are listed here, nor are these comics guaranteed to be current. Feel free to flip through, but be warned, the art is quite horrible as it is drawn by someone without any drawing ability. That should rapidly become obvious.

Enjoy what you can, we’ll keep what you don’t like.

Yah know

We forget things so quickly at times

It is amazing just how quickly
wisdom may escape us

Just over two weeks ago,
I went to McDonalds,
got something to eat,
ended up sick afterwards,
swore never to eat there again

Just last night,
I went to McDonalds,
got something to eat,
ended up sick afterwards,
still swearing now
I'll never eat there again

The mind can be such a fragile thing,
and the will can flex so much at times

Wonder what I'll do,
in the next two weeks

What will we all do in two weeks?

What will our world be like,

Physicists think they can explain everything with an equation.
They have equations for small things.
They have equations for large things.
And it would seem, if there was balance in the universe, the equations for everything should be the same: large or small.
But it's not that simple.

What works for the atom doesn't work for the planet.
Even though physics says it should.

We are all ten degrees past crazy

Ten degrees at least

We just measure from different angles

View from different sides

We try to hide it in the soft shadows

and run away at different speeds

We tango with frantic footsteps

then tuck it in with us at night.

And when the morning sun calls us

We are all still crazy

Ten degrees at least