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Roadblasters Was A Cheating-Ass Bitch. Potato.
6 years ago
There is no gift more precious or rare in this world than true love. Treasure those who share it with you.
Maybe "cheating" isn't the correct term... perhaps "cheap" or "poorly constructed" might be more appropriate? *shrugs* Either way... The game is a quarter-thieving little prat.
Just a couple points I wanted to jot out for you lovely people who actually like the silly shit I've posted over the years or find some manner of joy, comfort or warm fuzzy sense of solidarity and love in watching me faun and adore over mi querida ardilla satanica
Sanita_Squirrel <3 and titter like a nitwit about our son every other day while Hailing all of your Saytanz as soon as you think it's safe to leave them unattended...
Due to a recent complication, I've had to spend the evening re-evaluating a good number of my submissions as to their adherence to the proper ratings guidelines of FA's AUP. A few things which should have been listed as "Mature" got filed under "General" and so on so on so forth. SO.. if you should be of the type who enjoys my work through the calming light of the SFW filter and are now finding that a few things may not be showing up in your "faves" list, you know why. I apologize for the inconvenience. *thumps her temple* As the kids say, "My bad". I'll try to be more mindful of that moving forward for you gorgeous piles of sex and corndogs.
Though this has been a minor pain in the butt, it's also been a fairly enlightening one.
Looking back through my gallery, this afforded me a certain degree of nostalgia. *leans back in her chair with a sigh* As the majority of my work has always come from a certain place of honesty, going back through my submissions over the last Twelve years was a bit of a history trip. Even with the dozens of comics and images I've deleted recently, there was still an almost tangible roadmap of much of my life and a certain flavour of the progress of my concept of self. I suppose you could describe it as looking at a diary through a bit of a funhouse mirror... or perhaps a kaleidoscope. Much akin to walking through a photo album in the hallways of my mind I got a good long look at the events that made me who I used to be and the person I tried to be for any number of reasons.
From weekends of sex with people whose names I barely recall now to old lovers I hurt... the months in the hospital with my dying mother... chance encounters that turned into lengthy relationships... the absolute disaster that was my second marriage *big eyes* and the HUGE pile of baggage that I carried with that for years... people whom I thought were just horrible to me but... to be frank... I was just as much of a selfish, uncaring shit to them... I could pinpoint so many turning points in my life as I looked through the works posted and recall things which I never did post any art about but will NEVER be able to forget as they changed me so very horribly, one way or the other...
I can very easily chart my progress from a happy-go-lucky, if not laxadaisical and uncaring little shit of a party-girl through a myriad of circumstances that refined me, re-shaped me and changed me. Some good people I met, laughed with and loved- some people I really took for granted and hurt- I'm ashamed to say I was quite horrible to, whether I saw it at the time or not. Some true friends who helped me along the way, some who made me think they were my friends who just enabled me to be awful, so many pieces to the puzzle of who I became along the way...
From snarky agnostic to self-important, angry atheist to the compassionate and very passionate Satanist I am proud to be today.
I will likely be removing a few more things from my gallery as they are messages I no longer can promote in good conscience and will have no part of. However, looking back through things- I will also be creating some updated versions of many things, good things, reflecting the years of experience obtained and incorporating the amazing people I love which have shaped me into who I am today.
Thank you for the complaints, whomever you are. *smiles*
Enjoy your lives and enjoy your loves you sensual and sexual deviations of genetic code. Yield to your loved ones as they yield to you in their love. Bow to no masters or gods as they do not love you and never will.
Ave Lucifer.
Just a couple points I wanted to jot out for you lovely people who actually like the silly shit I've posted over the years or find some manner of joy, comfort or warm fuzzy sense of solidarity and love in watching me faun and adore over mi querida ardilla satanica
Sanita_Squirrel <3 and titter like a nitwit about our son every other day while Hailing all of your Saytanz as soon as you think it's safe to leave them unattended...Due to a recent complication, I've had to spend the evening re-evaluating a good number of my submissions as to their adherence to the proper ratings guidelines of FA's AUP. A few things which should have been listed as "Mature" got filed under "General" and so on so on so forth. SO.. if you should be of the type who enjoys my work through the calming light of the SFW filter and are now finding that a few things may not be showing up in your "faves" list, you know why. I apologize for the inconvenience. *thumps her temple* As the kids say, "My bad". I'll try to be more mindful of that moving forward for you gorgeous piles of sex and corndogs.
Though this has been a minor pain in the butt, it's also been a fairly enlightening one.
Looking back through my gallery, this afforded me a certain degree of nostalgia. *leans back in her chair with a sigh* As the majority of my work has always come from a certain place of honesty, going back through my submissions over the last Twelve years was a bit of a history trip. Even with the dozens of comics and images I've deleted recently, there was still an almost tangible roadmap of much of my life and a certain flavour of the progress of my concept of self. I suppose you could describe it as looking at a diary through a bit of a funhouse mirror... or perhaps a kaleidoscope. Much akin to walking through a photo album in the hallways of my mind I got a good long look at the events that made me who I used to be and the person I tried to be for any number of reasons.
From weekends of sex with people whose names I barely recall now to old lovers I hurt... the months in the hospital with my dying mother... chance encounters that turned into lengthy relationships... the absolute disaster that was my second marriage *big eyes* and the HUGE pile of baggage that I carried with that for years... people whom I thought were just horrible to me but... to be frank... I was just as much of a selfish, uncaring shit to them... I could pinpoint so many turning points in my life as I looked through the works posted and recall things which I never did post any art about but will NEVER be able to forget as they changed me so very horribly, one way or the other...
I can very easily chart my progress from a happy-go-lucky, if not laxadaisical and uncaring little shit of a party-girl through a myriad of circumstances that refined me, re-shaped me and changed me. Some good people I met, laughed with and loved- some people I really took for granted and hurt- I'm ashamed to say I was quite horrible to, whether I saw it at the time or not. Some true friends who helped me along the way, some who made me think they were my friends who just enabled me to be awful, so many pieces to the puzzle of who I became along the way...
From snarky agnostic to self-important, angry atheist to the compassionate and very passionate Satanist I am proud to be today.
I will likely be removing a few more things from my gallery as they are messages I no longer can promote in good conscience and will have no part of. However, looking back through things- I will also be creating some updated versions of many things, good things, reflecting the years of experience obtained and incorporating the amazing people I love which have shaped me into who I am today.
Thank you for the complaints, whomever you are. *smiles*
Enjoy your lives and enjoy your loves you sensual and sexual deviations of genetic code. Yield to your loved ones as they yield to you in their love. Bow to no masters or gods as they do not love you and never will.
Ave Lucifer.
Ave Satanas~
A friend published a collection of a newspaper comic strip I drew when I was 15 to 18 for the "Midgard" comicon I just attended. I was ready to cringe, but y'know? Crude as they are, I enjoyed drawing those strips, and people presumably got a laugh or two out of them. There's far worse youthful shenanigans I could'a got up to.
When I first found you, I looked through the entire gallery, because that's my way. "An evening's entertainment." There are worse ways to spend one's spare time.
Without your memories, I cannot see what you see in it. Finding spiritual meaning in the colors of the Green Lantern characters was probably the strangest thing to my eye, but I've long believed that deeper meaning can be found in places most people would consider shallow.