the other MSM guy that is just seeing this awesome bloooog

+++soooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo I’m the other MSM guy me & mah friend here are the people who came up with the MSM club. The app is very fun / obsessive. We spend hours a day perfecting our various islands. We appreciate this apps hospitality to all monsters of different shapes & sizes. 😛 such as fwogs, drumplers, wubboxes (my favorite) ghazts, and many more. There is technique, strategy, and other stuffs ANAYWAY. bye -WUBBAHSTABUSH singing of (signing off)   special thanks to our friend, BIG BLUE BUBBLE (as in THANK YOU!!! u rock)

Shirts

+++Hey, so we are making t-shirts for the club and- if you have suggestions- would like to have some brand or design ideas. EXAMPLE: Hanes superfluff or something. So we would like ideas, and ROCK ON!!!

Video

Concert.

This is me at the piano. I know I don’t provide much performance. I do love to play.

I hope to record and sell compact disks as a start to my career. The second piece is my own creation.
I hope to get into a great middle and high school. Its name is NW Academy. I create this blog to show my progress. PLEASE follow and enjoy your Word press experience.

Writing in Mrs Hanson class

Writing sample #1 ( Write at home school assignment)*

 

February 27 2012

My family lives in a ship that was the Santa Maria.

We have long tentacles on out arms and legs.

We have seaweed hair and oyster lips.

We live in the deep deep waters that dwell man eating monsters.

We eat scraps of the Titanic in tortillas of human skin.

We are trillions of years old. That’s my family.

 

Writing sample #2 (Write at home school assignment)*

May 01, 2012

Enchanted forest

On a starry day, I saw this:

 

An enchanted forest where mushrooms were as tall as my waist, glowing rainbow colors. Wonderfully soft violin music issued from each of them.

 

As I got deeper into the forest mushrooms gave way to small pine trees so short, they hardly reached my ankles. They bore small minion elves who’s red eyes were a warm glow, sweeter than the nectar a bee would lick. So sweet

indeed that your every day dandy candyman could not mach it.

 

Then to my surprise I came upon Alice from “Alice in Wonderland”. Astonished, I whispered to myself: “Wonderland!” But how?!

It’s almost like dreaming a dream of reading a story while dreaming.

 

Alice turned into a soap bar and then into a large lion wearing a silk coat. The lioness roared, then tumbled into a cauldren full of tomato broth.

This is not a poem, this is a spiritual word.

 

*Typed by mom, Alek’s spelling preserved.