I'd like to say that I'm some sort of fancy artist. Drawing amazing sights to be beheld by you good sirs and madamme, tweaking your inner senses with beauty and depth that only my hand can create. Alas, I mainly doodle weird little images that have little bearing on anything and whose meanings are less than deep, if there are meanings at all. I suppose the artistic merit of everything is in the eye of the beholder now isn't it? Oh, and these are all in random order with dates that are to my best approximation.