If You Wanna Get To Heaven You Gotta Learn To Layer

Hello William!! Opinions on the song "Video Killed The Radio Star" by The Buggles? It sort of reminds me of you :))

-Billie

Hi Billie! I like this tune! Sounds like something Henry'd enjoy.

As for the song's message, I ain't got much experience with video, but hafta say radio indeed went a bit outta style once that visual stuff was around in houses and homes! Though radio always came more naturally to me. Ain't gotta worry about cobblin' together a face all the time!

good luck, don't get eaten by wolves or angels

Thanks, pal!

william are you a silly little guy

1) Yes, I daresay I’m a bit silly! I tend to take things lightly.

2) I do often appear fairly small! Shorter than Henry and Mal and the like, at least. Though I could change that, I suppose!

3) I am male, yes!

Hey will! What's your favorite pokemon? :o mine is noivern!!

Takin' a gander...I'm fond of this li'l' fella!

I think Henry would like 'im!

i've been meaning to ask! do you know who made this image? it's very cool

Composited it myself from some ol' album artwork of "Will You Miss Me"! Believe it's in the style of Aubrey Beardsley illustrations!

Hello, folks!

I'm Will, just another friendly face! Another friendly face! Lookin' to make the "Interwebs" a friendlier place! Don't mean no harm! Don't mean no harm!

Now, I usually reside en abime, but I've grown quite fond of this joint. I've built a swell home here for me and my handsome fella, Henry. Only problem is, someone's tryin' to kick us out, and we need your help to stand our ground!

im h enry. we l ike i t here!

You know how nice it feels to settle down, don't ya?

So I ain't askin' for much, just leave a "Like" or "Reblog" if you'd care for us to stay! Enjoy your day!

You know what, yeah, an evil biographer. It’s a hypothetical, like the ship of Theseus thing, so it doesn’t have to completely make sense. If you know that an evil biographer was responsible for putting you here, would you be angry at them?

Huh! S'pose I can't really remember being outside clearly enough to say one way or the other. No comparison point, so no way to say personally how I'd feel, really!

Log #02

Second day of these memory logs. Today, Henry asked me my favorite memory. And I said I’m at this dance hall in Harlem, right? Maybe mid-twenties. Maybe the night of January 7th 1925. It’s hard to really cast my mind back that far, you know? It’s all some kinda mishmash, memories existing at the same time. Or maybe I’ve just got a real crappy memory. Well, I’m standing in a corner — must not be a huge one for parties, or maybe I knew I was a bit queer — and I remember everything glowing all golden-like. High ceilings, all decked out. It’s a gas. Dancers all crowding the floor, a man spinning his sweetheart past me as he fixes his tie with the other hand. A woman laughing to my right. The smell of booze. And that music. That swing. I feel the music surrounding me in my bones, shaking me from the inside out, just like it’s shaking everyone else in this joint. Just coasting along to the vibrations.

And then — fewer people this time. The night’s winding down, fellas are going home with their dolls. We’re giving one last hurrah for the couples still knocking it out on the dance floor. These kids are a bit more sauced now, swaying and laughing and bumping into each other. They dimmed the lights some. I’m still sticking around in my corner. Nobody by my side now. And that music. Still loud as hell, ringing out the night, shaking me from the inside out. And that’s kinda it, I told him. Great night.

i dunno how i got here, but i wanted to drop by and say hello :3

Hello!

How'd you meet Tati?

Through the boy she used to go steady with - short-lived as that was..

I was there watching him pull out all the stops for her.

Not exactly compatible. Well --

All things of the past now.