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13 years ago
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for a comprehensive list of all of my significant writings, WIPs, and conceptual works posted as submissions and in journals.
(journal link) The flair of my writing, displayed for thoughtful browsing
for a comprehensive list of all of my significant writings, WIPs, and conceptual works posted as submissions and in journals.(journal link) The flair of my writing, displayed for thoughtful browsing
She enjoys portraying herself as a half-aware and dimwitted beast, drunken in the stupor of her own bodily composure.I value every bit of feedback that I recieve. And if you critiqued me, I'd value THAT even more...
There will always be the person who wonders why someone even cares about what other people think of them, or what other people think in general. Doing art for yourself is never wrong, and only makes your art even better. But it doesn't hurt to look back and show appreciation for the people who comment you on it. Even some of FA's "badass" artists appreciate positive feedback. And, though unknown, some artists who rarely comment back appreciate it too. I think it's safe to say that we were all once kids (I'm talking to you 13 year olds too. ), and we always loved it whenever we did something "cool" that someone else noticed. Being on the internet puts some people on guard too deeply. I know it does it to me...
Feedback and commentary count. And yes, "loving what you do" will always be the greatest joy. But some of us feel a deep need for reassurance. And for all you halftards and asshats out there, reassurance and an "ass pat" AREN'T the same thing. But you don't care, so enjoy the bewildering throes of your low-note bias, assholes...
I write. And if you've observed my style any, you'd know that I love to paint imagery more than anything. Appreciation for an image comes easily. But for writing, everything takes time. What does it look like when two large, form-altering "lesser angels" convene with each other? Here's what I saw... (colorless version for easy reading): http://www.furaffinity.net/view/7758263/
If I had the coordination (because I DO have the patience...), I would draw. And what would I draw? Well, the colloquial presentations of the fighting game franchise known as "The King of Fighters" has always piqued my interest... http://www.furaffinity.net/journal/3686939/
Just letting you all know that I appreciate whenever you come around and comment. I get lonely a bit easily, and I always appreciate the time you give up to offer a word.
Also, I do realize that MOST people are by far more busy in life than me. It's understandable that I would get several views but little communication within any timespan. People are busy, and slogging through my material can be a real chore... >.>;;;
But the smallest exertion of hers could send a man flying; him, and possibly others as well, shattering much of the pride of many an unknowledgeable foe within mere seconds.(link) Something Massive (Unfinished)
(link) The Fetishism of My Works, Displayed For Easy Finding.
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I've always had problems with 'bind belief'... (
Christianity).Everything that has ever happened in my life and in the lives of my family members has all lead up to how we all live now - freely, on government money (disability assistance).
An entirely pathetic story of a once militant, beligerent, overbearing man who got so much "head" on a frequent basis that he lost his ability to rationalize, who happened to marry a particularly uneducated mother whose only hope for survival was him. Arguements every other 1 to 3 days, near death altercations, and the offspring who were unjustly pulled into it all only to emerge as battered and broken down shells of their once proud, exceptionally successful past selves (except for me, sans my exceptional mathematical and literal skills...).
There isn't much to say other than "shit hit the fan" far too often, and everyone came out of it all as decrepid hasbeens who now live on governmental provision.
And conveniently enough, I was always able to experience (or peruse) each and every thing I've ever loved the most, buried beneath mountains of the stuff, and when not, simply always finding myself in a predicament where access to it was viable; even inevitable, because my dad incessantly spoils me rotten on a continuous basis.
I also got to see several different places (only ever in Ohio and Michigan), where the thrills were great, and the beauty of life was prominent. School trips to museums (with life like holograms that appear before your very eyes, seemingly touchable... ), major sports events (Field Day...), and other educational places of note (schools and colleges, early on). Road trips to beaches, fishing spots, and some of the same places my school would take me, like Chuckie Cheeses and the same museum my school took me to, (where we watched a video display about the Solar System on the ceiling high above...). Outings to picnics (church and personal), auctions, places of small mention (trudging through the mud in following a group... ), theme parks (ferris wheels, bumper cars, rollercoasters, and other rides... ), movie theaters, malls and their videogame arcades (Rest in peace, Salem Mall's "Tilt" game arcade...), funerals (a foolish but fun uncle of mine...), and visits to my distant relatives in Columbus and exploring where they usually go like churches, homes, and schools (I can still remember the "Truth or Dare" games we played over my cousins' house, and how they introduced me to the famed "Super Mario Bros." on an old black and white tube television, and how we played particularly dangerous games at their school...). My own personal ventures with and without a particular childhood friend of mine (making our way under trees and through thorn bushes just to explore the mystery of "The Dead Man Behind The School Playground." ACTUAL blood, sweat, and many tears... ), or exploring that same area during the winter time to find a large pond frozen into white ice (I didn't walk out on it. But he did. And he survived, lol...), along with being introduced to many of the NES 8-bit games and 16-bit Sega Genesis games that I know and love through visits to his house (two houses down from my house... ), and his narcissistically cheating and 'cock-blocking' ways concerning the probable event that I EVER learn any cheat codes, lol... (turning the TV black and white so that I fail at Sonic the Hedgehog 3's "Blue Sphere" bonus stages each and every time, but making me watch him run around as Super Sonic, lol. XD). I also practically rented a good 20% to 40% of the entire Nintendo 8-Bit and Sega Genesis 16-Bit libraries, which I now own 99% of (EACH. ) with this Acer Aspire 7741g laptop of mine...
I've seen "slices of Heaven," and I have always known (and "been at home" in) "depths of Hell." Everything has been a romp through what was, what wasn't, and what could have been.
My entire life has been a "Nirvana Paradox."
Steeped in bliss, but never too far from misery...
And as they say, "The Lord giveth, and the Lord taketh away..."