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Um...Since my birthday passed Feb. 25th...I found myself back with my nose in the paint and my tongue on the canvas. Prior to my birthday i had not been feeling the painting bug since The Liffey Art house Gallery closed in November and I had to get all my Art outta there. Well, the bad Juju vibes are no more. I'm in a new Bigger room at my house and the creativity is flowing as smoothly as Sage smoke in an airtight sweat lodge!!! I feel the hiatus of my painting has pushed my skills just another notch toward my perfection. Kudos Bitches!!!!

some people you might never meet, some you can't get rid of. People have a tendency to wallow in their own self pity and self loathing and somehow feel that the pit they just crawled out of is the most comfortable thing they will ever know in life - and so they turn around and dive right back into the pit, head first, Welcoming back all the things that brought them unhappiness and fear. I have a person on my mind and they spoke very fluid linguistics into my mind and raised my heart from an icicle to a thawing clump of muscle. Within a 24 hour period this person has shunned me with no reason as to why. Fine by me! Seeing as how our skin never touched and our eyes never reflected the others' glance! but it still seems shallow to me to say things you don't mean and act a way you wouldn't normally act! is it for attention?! most likely, but if you decide to hop on the sinking boat because you think you can repair the cracked seal which is already beneath the water line, then have at it! just let me know your gonna patch the boat instead of just jumping in without a substantial reason! it's less rude and more ladylike to do it the right way then possibly make an enemy. SOme of us are LUCKIER than others! wishing the best to those who know where they truly want to be in life!

I was sitting on my deck with a large can of paint and kept whistling for my dog to come up the stairs  because we had to get on a hovering submarine looking craft,which was already docked at my front door. I Don't remember where we were going, the sounds from the insides were gaining volume like an oncoming ambulance with its sirens wailing at full blast. Moving the paint seemed an impossible task, and with just me to empty it, the endless siphoning seemed eternal in my mind. So I tried to tip it, but the helicopter blades which suddenly appeared from the Submarine kept blowing the paint up in globs that never actually splattered on the roof or ground....instead, they splattered in the middle of the sky.  my eyes blinked. Splattered in the middle of the sky was not the right wording. these splatters were suspended in mid air, but not until the globs of paint splattered in mid air( as if crashing against an invisibly force field) did they hold their suspended appearance.
  I approached the closest spatter only a few feet away, until it grinned at me. The fucking red paint splatter grinned at me! sharp small bear traps dripping into itself and molding back around it's form, while the splatter shape still remained in the same pattern from the initial impact. Impact against what? a flatted molecule stuck vibrating back and forth and thinning out wider and wider like dough beneath the rolling pin? I touched the spatted which was suspended just inches away from my face, and my fingertip turned red as a sharp twang resonated from my throat. i pulled my hand away as soon as the spatter released my finger. Although the puntures in my finger were deep to the bone...there was no blood, just red paint. i know because i tasted it.

times are slow but i'm still eating and so are my pets, and seeing as how we're still living in the same place, it's not as bad as it could be, but this damn economy is hurting everyone right now!
  okay enough politics! i like pretty girls and death related things, and rubbing tiger balm on my lower back when i get home from work or before i go somewhere! it's like my cologne! a very strong, heated, healing cologne! is there a booger in my nose?! no? okay, anyways, i've been spending alot more time on deviant art. i feel like i'm on myspace or aol for the first time again! i 've had this account for almost 3 years or so, and only now in the last month have i posted more stuff then those last couple o' years put together! i'm finding alot of motivation with all the other people putting out art and i feel like less of a sex-driven fiend when looking for nude models cause i can find them here instead of going to some porn site! yes some of the photos here are pornographic in ways but there is still some taste to it(except for those douchebags taking pictures of their penises and posting it here as "ART"! they are so artistic and emotional you know?!?! GOD! and what's with all the refrigerator manga art?! can we give these kids their own deviat art site, or maybe along with the mature content filter we could have a pre-mature content filter too! i know they are trying to be artistic, but so many anthro manga eyes half assed drawings are what dominates this page...but on the brighter side, it lets artist who actually try stand out from thew crowd! thanks to you stock photographers and models! the inspiration flows when you know where to get ideas! light, shadows, and skin are my inspiration!


P.S. And that is all i have to say!