Alone Time

Sleep Is For the Weak

Piling Up

Hoarder

Not My Day

Too Full

No Caffeine For Jimmy

Small Victories

Sad Jimmy

Move It Or Lose It

So Fancy

Cooked Eggs

Leaving the Comfort Zone

Getting Through the Day

Daily Struggle

Cool

Staring Off Into Space

Hating Everything (Almost)

Scared of the Wind

Anxiety

Stuck

Keeping Company

Blooming Jimmy

The Cast...So Far

Simple profile pictures for each character (so far).
More in-depth bio for each character can be found here.

PANIC

No Doctor Please

Knock, Knock

Jimmy's Prepared

Demon Hunters next Tuesday!
^{(sorry for crappy doodle of warglaives)}

Doodling Poetry - Part 3

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Do Not Stand at My Grave and Weep
BY MARY ELIZABETH FRYE

Do not stand at my grave and weep.
I am not there; I do not sleep.
I am a thousand winds that blow.
I am the diamond glints on snow.
I am the sunlight on ripened grain.
I am the gentle autumn rain.
When you awaken in the morning's hush
I am the swift uplifting rush
Of quiet birds in circled flight.
I am the soft star that shines at night.
Do not stand at my grave and cry;
I am not there; I did not die.

Doodling Poetry - Part 2

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Requiem
BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Under the wide and starry sky
Dig the grave and let me lie.
Glad did I live and gladly die,
And I laid me down with a will.

This be the verse you grave for me;
"Here he lies where he longed to be,
Home is the sailor, home from sea,
And the hunter home from the hill."

Doodling Poetry - Part 1

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• Part 1
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A Dream Within a Dream
BY EDGAR ALLAN POE

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.

I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?