flamingotrain.com
where a somewhat twisted mind meets what the world has called the world.
01 info.
So what's this all about really?
Well, hello. I am Matt. I am sixteen years old, I live in Holland and I am in love with Jesus. I write mindless letters, just to trash them and I like drinking tea when sitting in my window. A flamingo is one of those pink anmials that somehow like to stand on one foot, holding the other one up in the sky. A train is that thing that brings you wherever you want to go. Where I live, they are yellow. Quite ugly actually, but that's kinda legal if we just call it 'urban style'. So let's just do that.In ftcom/info, you'll find everything you want to know and probably a bit more, about me, about my likes, about my life, about flamingotrain. Information basically consists of text. Text is like, letters. Letters that form words, words that form sentences, sentences that form nonsense. That is text. Or at least, that's what this text is. You already read this introductory blah? Seems like you got time on your hands anyway, then. proceed to ftcom/info to read more »
02 art.
This is what I like. This is what I live. This is what I love. This is what I create. Like it. Hate it. Just don't spit on it. Thank you.
proceed to ftcom/art to see more »
03 exit.
Let's get out of this place.
If, for whatever reason, you should come to feel a want or need to contact me in any way or form, you shall be able to find links to various ways to do so, like the adress you need for e-mailing me, links to profiles I have on other websites, etcetera.This, though, is not the only thing you shall be able to find behind the link beneath this text. There are also various links that shall, that is, if you click them, take you to other sites. Sites that are worth a visit, sites that are owned by friends of mine, sites that might help you out in moments of want or need or simply sites that are created by people that wouldn't let go of me unless I promised to place a link to their site on my website. Whatever way, enough talking. It really is time to get out of here now. Go. proceed to ftcom/exit to move on »