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Coming soon...

Wed Oct 7, 2009, 11:35 AM
I just recently went through my sketches and had my art teacher scan all of my favorites on to his computer.
:>
I'm so excited to see what you all will say about my pictures :)

They will be on here as soon as i can get a blank cd to put them on.



I also have a college interview on the 19th!!!! Wish me luck!

  • Mood: Screwed
  • Listening to: Lateralus
  • Reading: Animal farm
  • Watching: A dead man dying
  • Eating: Ren and Stimpy

It Comes from the Past...

Mon Sep 21, 2009, 5:09 PM
Its because you're there, what I'm afraid to see,
whats hidden so far down inside of me.
I cant help but regress, and think for the best but what the fuck? Is this really your test?
I thought you better than that, someone that could see that bitter part of me.
Its not all personal. It comes from the past.
What once was, is held in my hand, ready to beat down those fuckers who don't understand.
I cant help it, so plain to see, to put in place? Eh, that's another thing entirely.
What to do, what to say, Be my catalyst, if that's okay.
I cant make up your mind.
You have control of what is to be, soon you'll look to me. You will see.
So fucking muster up your luster, glimmer with a light of white spite, show everyone you can rise to the fight.
Lazy fuck. Promises Promises. Like you ever knew. Like you could ever know!
I hate what you mean to me, i hate what you are to them!
But that's not as funny as how i knew you loved me, and i toyed with that fact, wiped my ass with it and threw it in your fucking face!
Ah ha, sweet revenge, but for what? You did nothing to me... Oh but again, that's just me.
I told you from the fucking beginning that it wasn't meant to be, but does anyone ever listen to me? No... no no no.
So suck it up boy, wipe off your knees and don't ever ask me to be your tease.
I couldn't if i wanted to anyway, my skin crawls in your presence. Why? Because I'm just that fucking way.
Don't pretend like you understand, I've been through this hole before, there's no place for us to land.

  • Mood: Screwed
  • Listening to: Prick
  • Reading: Gnidaer
  • Watching: A dead man dying
  • Eating: Oshie Soup and a side of Bread
  • Drinking: Lemon Lemonade

They call it an institution, i call it a riot.

Sun Jul 12, 2009, 12:44 PM
There is a Box in a room,
they say i can open it soon.
I dont know whats inside it,
but i'll take it and i'll hide it.

In another room is a Triangle.
Shredded and mangled, in a tangle.
I'll put it back together... if they let me.
Fix it so bright, hold it so tight.
Never let it go, never let it show.

In a room right beside it is a Brick,
standing tall and thick.
I'll have that too, jut for the fuck of it.
Mold it into something new, with my box and mangled Triangle.
I put them all together and...
And?

I'm not sure but they're mine.
See look there: Bound in twine.
I'll take my things now; put them somewhere fine.
Some screws to fix my smile,
My Brick.
My Box.
And my mangled Triangle.

  • Mood: Screwed
  • Listening to: Prick
  • Reading: Gnidaer
  • Watching: A dead man dying
  • Eating: Oshie Soup and a side of Bread
  • Drinking: Lemon Lemonade

Yeah, its just getting it to stay.

Mon Jun 15, 2009, 7:53 AM
Its been a while.
Life has been turbulent to say the least.
I've had a lot of calming down to do before i wrote in this. I wouldn't want you guys to get the brunt end of my psychoticness. Psssha right.
Its been declared that i am now finally a 'safe' person to be around. Who'd a thought that the quiet little girl who draws creepy pictures in the corner has an actual story to tell! Oh and boy have i got one to tell. Maybe one day when everything seems to be going right, I'll throw a bit of my past in there to shake things up a bit. Yea, that sounds nice. I'll write like the Brothers Grimm, with no shame and no 'harm'
My stories will stick around forever until the end of time, all the while seeping my ideals and virtues into the minds of all the young and malleable children that populate the Earth. Huh, I'll be the next Walt fucking Disney!
Hooray for me, I have finally realized for the first time in my life that i am free to do my hearts' desire. The only thing that brings me down are the consequences. But isn't that true for most everyone? There isn't a lark in the world that doesn't have to bow down to the man at some point, in some form. While I'm here wading in this pool of shit we call reality, in all its infinite luster, i am biting the hand that feeds me. With all its inadequacies right up in your face like that, its hard to miss whats works, and what doesn't.
I'm gonna gnaw that shit off til its just a distant memory.

  • Mood: Screwed
  • Listening to: Silence-
  • Reading: Intense moisture cream
  • Eating: Oshie Soup and a side of Bread
  • Drinking: Lemon Lemonade

Inspiration

Thu Mar 12, 2009, 3:01 PM
So as many of you (more like none of you) may know, i am not much of a Journal writer, especially if others can read it :D Anyway, with that thought in mind, i've decided to just write about the art stuff in here. No personal crap that no one is interested in.
Deal?
Well its good enough for me.

So now on to the art stuff:
I'm swamped in projects. I've never felt so overwhelmed by art in my life... but then again, i've never liked it as much as i do now either. I'm getting many requests and with schooling in the way, i have little time to do it. So, as something to keep myself on track, i've decided to write my projects all down on a list. And for your benifit i'll describe it a bit.

Here goes:
1. Garboid: Half man half machine, this wheelchair bound clown is stuck in a swamp with gigantic spikey orange flowers towering above him. He is dirty and rusted, from sitting there to long. Frozen in time, if you will.
2.The One With The Eyes: An abstract piece thats hard to explain but easy to look at. In it is an outstreached hand, odd vines, twigs stuck together, spikes flying outward, an a sheet of eyeballs connected and contorted. But its still a work in progress.
3.The Standing Woman: For a 'Big Piece' assignment in class, i enlarged a picture of a woman standing and holding one of her legs up at her side.
The picture in its entirety is made up 18? pages (i call 'em panels) 10" by 14" i think (havnt worked on it in a bit cant remember the exact numbers)
Anyway, each panel is done in a different media (charcoal, watercolor, chalk pastel, oil pastel, scratchboard ect...)
And if thats not enough, i've drawn a bunch of little puppets to dance at her feet and come out of the walls.
4.The Sharpies and The Ball Points: These quirky little do-dads are a political statement... well, i'm pulling it off as one at least.This one is for all you Skinny Bitches and you Fat Fucks. Thats right, i said it and i mean it.
All the twiggish, anorexic, bulimic, the whateverthefuckevers that need to eat a sandwich are the wonderful Sharpies. All the hoarding, wastes of skin whales and what-nots that just need to stop fucking eating are the fanciful Ball Points.
I think i'll do some in between i-tried-to-fix-it ones as well, you know like the Ball Points that got lipo, and the Sharpies that ate themselves to death or something... eh, i dont know, maybe.
This statement is, by all means, ment to insult people. Dont comoplain to me about it though, i'll just ignore you.
5.Rich Tattoo: Three concepts given to me by a guy i met. They are tattoo designs that i've agreed to help him with. So i guess we're like pen pals now. :D

Wow, that helped.
And, now you guys know what i'm up to.
Killed two birds with one stone.
Die you fuckers!
Nah, just kidding.
Thanks for listening.

  • Mood: Screwed
  • Listening to: The Mission-Puscifer
  • Reading: My Shoe
  • Eating: Shrimp
  • Drinking: Lemon Lemonade

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