It
 is
 not
 a
 question
 
of
 how
 to
 d
o
 it 
or 
what
 to
 do
 it
 but
 to
 do
 it in it.
 I am tired
 and weary
 and look out for you from the distance
and you look down 
at the road
for 
fallen 
coins 
and old cigarettes
.
 Speaking 
of old cigarettes. 

I
cut
you
with
a
knife.
I used to really like knives and I attempted to create one in a
three dimensional program but it was too much for me. I wish th
at I was a graphic designer and not a mail clerk. This is hell.
 No one listens to me and every body shuffles past and calls me
 names like fyou and dead you.

To be honest I would rather just write rather than messing around with images and making them smaller. Especially when you accidentally save over something. This is not the appropriate page for this, sorry. Keep on.