I know I do not submit anything that often so I wish to get some things straight.

1) I am on deviantart because I was suggested to do so.
2) I hardly ever do anything worth showing or worth reading.
3) My artistic side is spontaneous and doesn't show its self often.
4) I am not about to post crap.

I am sad to say that I hardly have anything and that people are 'watching me.' Truly I wouldn't understand why since I do not have anything on here. So I guess I will post a story here in my journal.

Once upon a time, because this is before history repeated itself. There lived a young girl, who was old enough to marry and be considered a hot number to the general adults without feeling guilt. Anyway, the young girl, who was not so young now that I think of it, her name is Priscilla by the way I don't think mentioned that yet... where was I? Oh yes, this Priscilla lived in a town on the edge of the kingdom where little happens and where the most exciting time of the year is when the cows are milked. For you see Priscilla was born in a town of everyday events where little concern was given to art or any of those things considered to be of fine taste. So on the day that a caravan came through, which was very exciting indeed, she learned what art really way.

Now that I have started the story I want you all to finish it and explain to me what she learned about art and I will finish the next portion of the story.

Toodles,

Vest Man!