I know...
i haven't been around much.
work, life. etc.

creatively I have been working on a webcomic.
NO its not up and running yet, it will be once i get a little money to throw into it.

its going to be sexy.

anyway ill be here off and on.

peace!

When a whip of light,
catches that last centimeter of sight
and the focus adjusts to you.

Hope begs that dreams are waking,
and possibility is a digit.


Scribbled that roughly at work tonight.
eh. its been a rough, busy time lately.

I wont bore you with details but work,
love and the mind of a 7 year old
leave little time for much anymore.


not complaining.
though i would like to be around here more.

I'm gaining weight again,
which FUCKING sucks because, i worked so hard to lose it
and..well fuck.

I have just been lazy and too comfortable,
time for a change...

Cue; Catharsis.


A great friend of mine died a few years back,
Val Parker AKA ~painfetish
I sometimes feel im not living up to my goal to never let life beat me,
or give up hope, or forget that my mind is an amazingly intricate spasm
or figuires and ideas, dreams and love.

So i put on my shirt, and my purple tie,
and i head out into masses of people suffering,
wondering, worrying, fidgeting, dreaming, praying.

I smile...
as brightly and magnificently as I can,
to counter all the sadness and ill-tempered attitudes around me,
because I always like that about myself.

I come home and let my mind flow like a river,
paper, napkins, stories, songs.
and i never write it down, or draw it.

Cue;Muse

My girlfriends son, asks;
"draw with me, draw dragons and swords and knights and monsters with me"
Hope eludes to a happy moment of beautiful creativity,
and i could draw worse than i ever believed i had done.
He still wants to put it on his wall.

Cue;Love

The woman of my dreams,
who helps me focus on the reality of living,
the past-tense of fantasy and the actualization of dreaming.
I am learning that pateince, care and temprement
are qualities and benefits of love.
That a real life, sideways from fantasy with all the romance
and laughter i could imagine, is far from fleeting
or shallow depthed.


Cue; Happiness



To all my friends i have lost, missed and heard from again.
Namaste, and all of my love to you.

Outside of my street, and the smaller connecting ones, there is no fog. but around where i live its like a blanket of wet, chilly deliciousness.

must be the trees.

SORRY, i have not been around.
started working again and with the morning, afternoon and evening commute being handled by only one car life gets hectic.

ill be able to catch up with my watch and etc soon i swear.

namaste.

I still support this
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do it!


I am going to update with a whole new slew of peices and artists come tonight, but i must be off to pick up the boy from school.
which should be fun seeing as how I kinda threw up 3 or four times today.


Thinking about buying a subscription, dunno yet, ill keep all of you updated.
lol.

By the by, my journal subject had absolutely nothing to do with animal husbandry.