WIP WIP WIP WIP Art soon i swear pen and paper. pencil and parchment. the room is a mess of writing and unintelligible scribbles, balled up papers and stacks of papyrus. the yellowed sheets bleed through each other, making a mess out of the glorious writing. sitting in the middle of it all, covered in the black ink that pumps from his heart almost as much as blood does, is the one and only , the poet of all time , the wordsmith from another world , C O R D I A L I T Y K I T . - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - links ! APPLICATION : https://scratch.mit.edu/discuss/topic/710128/?page=1#post-7504072 TRIVIA : RP EXAMPLES :
