Psychedelic prospectus

Sharpie doodles on the back of my college prospectus. This was incredibly addictive and I now have the desire to find some large sheets of paper and cover my walls in this stuff, which I expect I'll take pictures of when I'm done. On reflection I wish I had made it more complex but I was so wrapped up in watching the colour magically seep out across the page.

This is taking so long to upload that I'll write a novel in the meantime.

It was a dark and stormy night and Rosamund was leering at the portrait of her father that had always hung above the 3rd suit of armour from the left in the upstairs coridoor of the west wing.
"I knew you wouldn't finish the ironing" she hissed. Her snub nose curled up with glee as she cackled at his pasty face and the hem of her pink nightie swept the floor as she raised the blade...

Oh damn, it's finished.