Alright, so life update. It's 3:01PM I'm at a Starbucks in Chico CA using the wi-fi and charging my iPhone. Over the past two years I've been in and out of housing. Got kicked out for using cannabis. Cannabis, is an herb, NOT a hard drug. You don't get dope-sick if you don't have it. This last time, I chose to leave and travel a bit because I couldn't handle home. But the future is bright because I'm going to be attending school here, using fasfa and ssi to sustain myself while I look for a job. There's a lot of cool people out here and I've been able to go to the local youth center on sixth street to shower, eat and take care of myself.

I've kinda come to realize something about myself..
When things get tough, I get tougher. Fuck the circumstances I'm in in the ass and figure out how to function.

Love you all.

The only thing I have to worry about put here
Are the R.O.U.S's
(Rodents of unusual size)
If you don't get the reference, that really sucks.

Morticians Daughter Black Veil Brides cover video

Just currently working on a lot of other things. Yesh, Love you all *hugs* Keep on keepin on!!!

Been really bogged down recently. Like a cold wet blanket has kinda just settled over me. I'm going back on Lexapro, and antidepressant, but all it's really done is made concentration extremely difficult, made me feel drowsy, and stiff.

I hate how seasonal this depression stuff gets. Or whatever, I just feel weighed down.

Read a quote the other day that "When an artist refrains from his craft, he is committing emotional suicide"

And that's very true, every minute I spend not working on some project I feel like shit, but the thought of picking up a pencil, I can't even picture in my head where to go from there. It's like everything in my mind goes blank.

I figure if I stop thinking so hard about it maybe I can ease back into it. Idk, hopefully I'll see some results from this med in the following days.

If you're a grammar Nazi on the internet, you're fighting a losing battle. The only reason people are even online, is to scroll mindlessly on their news feed, play games, laugh at cats, and masturbate. No one gives a shit about whether or not they typed a possessive noun, or a contraction. Last time I checked, message boards, and comment threads are not your college thesis. It's nice when people have good grammar, punctuation and spelling, but seriously, it's the internet.

Can I stroke your gooch, play with your balls and butt? Please? Just let me get all weird and rapey with my phalanges. I'll promise to be kinda-sorta gentle.

1. I'm not hurting you I am taking you to a safe place
2. Do you eat weird crumbs? Cause i found some I'm willing to share
3. You can bite me if you want but I'd rather be no-bite friends
4. I like your big colorful eyes, very stylish!
5. Please don't crawl into my sleeves
(sings a duet with a cricket)

What would that warning label say?

Mine would say
"Keep away from alcohol, relatives, and anyone wearing socks that don't match, and people that talk during movies."

:P

What warning label would you come with?

I never want to go back there,
where my mind can only see despair.
In that desert,
mouths dry, lips cracked.
Where every 'friend' takes
what they want, then stabs you in the back.
Where hatred is commonplace,
and you'll never know anyone's true face.
Where love is a facade for lecherous murder.
Where comedy is a loud noisy distraction,
from everyone's malevolent passions.
Where you could seduce me into my death,
Or kill me out in the open.
I'd still scream the truth, and you'd have
to live with every word that I'd spoken.
I never want to spend the evening with demons.
With their lying, narcissistic, cannibalistic legions.
Where music is just a sound used to lead
you into a bottomless pit,
Where conversations are filled with fallacy & deception.
Where every sentence is alive with false pretenses.

You see, I've been to hell and
it's not filled with sulfuric fire.
It's filled with familiar faces
who are murdering liars.
You see I've walked in the abyss
Where everything from far away
looks beautiful, but up close
is counterfeit and artificial.
Where they coax you into a sleep,
then kill you in your nightmarish dreams.
Where your better off on the street,
than in the familiarity of home.
Where you're better off alone,
than with the people you thought you'd known.
Everything's a parody, and everything's a game,
a prelude to something repetitive, and something insane,
that inflicts the most fatal agony.
Where people only get together to plot against
someone else.
I've been to hell,
and it's a story I wish I never had the experience to tell.

This is a song I wrote, and decided to sing. No instrumentals, it's just my annoying voice! :P

Trust has been defiled so many, TOO many times.
Promises have been debunked by TOO many lies.
I'm running on fumes, ressurected only to be consumed,
Dying only for life to be resumed, into the grave,
only to be dug up and exhumed,
I'm confused.
You see, I thought there was an eternity.
Doubt creeping in like necrotic black ice,
Doubt that's so persuasive as to take my life,
Romantic, lecherous suicide.
Maybe it could be great, maybe I'd could take
that final step, right off the edge.
No more fear, no plan. Just a footstep forward.
Maybe it'd be an adventure, maybe I could visit hell,
maybe I could see heaven. Maybe I'll just rot in the earth,
where my corpse dwells.
And does it matter? Do you really care?
You never really seemed to before.
I'm just tired, this isn't me, I'm just aching,
I'm just sore.
Maybe I could dance with my sins, maybe I could
walk farther from you. Maybe I could cheat death,
Maybe I could indulge in my flesh.
Funny archaic words,
only serve to sound absurd.
Hope deferred, life deterred.
I guess it's all a matter of perception,
I mean, even mirror don't provide honest reflections.
I could go to church, say a prayer, apply an intravenous injection.
I could touch you in places you don't want me to,
I could get an erection,
I could plan for the future, for some sort of direction.
But if this was all predestined,
I guess it doesn't really matter what I do.
My future will unfold how you wanted it too.

Dear City smashing, micro torturing, shadow looming giants.

If you would like a sketch from me, I would love to do you one!!!

I would like to maybe ask, if it would be okay, to have my Character

Danny Skorase Spyglass in the sketch with you,

(but only if it's okay) If you want me to do you any kind of picture,

I would be happy to oblige.

I do sketches, if you like my artwork feel free to drop me a comment, or send a note!!!

<3 :P

http://bookstore.xlibris.com/Produc.....ea-Smiled.aspx



One of my Best Friends, Colton D. Epperson wrote this amazing book!

Lights of resplendent colors I've never seen before,
flash around me, like a kalaeidescope.
Telling me about the infinity of love and hope
Music of ascension propels me up, and up, and up.
Never before, have I felt the strength of such love.

And even though the darkness
seems as if it can impose it's emptiness
over my eyes,
I can still feel you breathing inside.
I can still feel you in my chest,
a warmth that never ends,
Even though I can't see you,
I know we'll always be best friends.

Lifting me,
Lifting me up from where I fell,
showing me clandestine beauty,
that calls to mystery, and sanctuary.
Alone with you in this place,
propelled into star nebulas
and distant galaxies.
Far off places,
familiar feelings,
and friendly faces.

You told me,
"I love you, and don't erase yourself"
You told me,
"There's more."
Scooped up in your arms
from my drug-induced coma,
from bleeding on the bathroom floor.
Pulled the sorrow, malice, and pain
that veiled my eyes,
and I can't get enough of the beauty
of your love and light.

What are your Dreams? Your ambitions? Your Calling? What do you feel moves you, inspires you?

Do any of you, my watchers, like my art? What about it made you want to watch me? <3