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[09 Feb 2006|02:22pm] |
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[20 Nov 2005|11:51pm] |
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[08 Nov 2005|09:43pm] |
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turn the lights on, baby |
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I scanned a few drawings I've done recently. They were kinda tricky to draw...My friend Kyle bit my hand really hard and severed a few nerves in my right index finger so I kinda had to work around it. Overall, I don't think they're that bad though.
( drawings. )
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[07 Nov 2005|06:13pm] |
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I couldn't resist her. The taste of her skin smelled too inviting. I wanted to see her dressed in blood.
So I kissed and ambitiously started to undress her and with overtones of mutual lust for the sadistic we breathed each other's breaths and drank each other's spit. I kissed down her throat, biting, but stopping myself before I broke the skin; No foreshadowing required.
With the determination of a heat-seeking missile, I start to lick at her wet flesh and she sweats for more. She gets louder when I drag my teeth along her lips. I really like the way she screams when I bite her clitoris.
I really like the way she begs when I don't stop.
I really like the way she cries when it pops right off.
This is the part when the sex gets really rough. I bet she needs to be held down.
She looks scared and I like it. Eye looks cared.
And I kiss her cheek softly...it's so pale, it's a shame I have ruin it's immaculate blankness with her own blood.
And as it drips down her face as she lay pinned to the floor, like a horizontal reenactment of the crucifixion of the Lord Jesus. I moan as I drive a nail into her.
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| i'm going to steal a head. |
[31 Oct 2005|10:22am] |
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long beach dub allstars - my own life |
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Sweet, I have a Klimt in my room!
and soon my determination and quick wit will get me a disembodied head.
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[23 Oct 2005|01:33am] |
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club foot - casabian |
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Wow....she's....wow.
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[22 Oct 2005|12:24pm] |
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Frou Frou - Psychobabble |
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Okay, so I have a wicked job. Unfortunately, it's not permanent becuase it's at Screamers, so it will end on Halloween. But as for my job, I'm a scare guy. I basically walk around and scare the shit out of people.
I took the day off today due to prior engagements but if anybody reading this is coming to Screamers this year any day but today, muahaha you're mine.
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[19 Oct 2005|08:23pm] |
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[11 Oct 2005|05:02pm] |
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sneaker pimps - perfect one |
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Many epic ballads have been tasted on the pallets of immaculate girls from the most beautiful worlds of all time and maybe I won't kiss you in this life but I will in the next, be it your world or mine.
So what's your idea of beauty?
Describe it to me so I can paint it.
It really is an undeniable duty of mine
To be the patron saint of insane creation.
What media should be used for your eyes?
Their texture is present even for the lack of tactility.
A texture beyond measurable language,
A characteristic beyond conventional anatomy.
I don't know what to do.
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| the turkey's will launch the counterattack at dusk. |
[10 Oct 2005|01:00pm] |
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Damien Marley - Welcome to Jamrock |
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Smile with an extra eye like a simile.
This weekend was alright. Friday night's kegger was super groovy until my best friend got beat up. I was so unbelievably irately nutsh when that happened and was honestly ready to murder whoever it was that did it because I was under the impression that it happened for no reason, then I later found out, he spit on the dude's girlfriend by accident then mooned him and all his friends. So like....yeah, I guess he was asking for it, haha. Whatever, all in the name of getting yer crunk on. Saturday wasn't as great as I thought it would be- but it was still pretty cool. I don't know what to think about this one. Sunday- Sunday was good in some ways bad in some ways. Didn't get to do something I was really looking forward to but at least Thanksgiving dinner was bomb.
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[06 Oct 2005|11:17pm] |
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frank sinatra - puttin' on the ritz |
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Alot of detail is missing because of the scanner and it also made some sort of wierd yellow line along one side. It's also really small when I post it on Livejournal for some reason. Oh well, this is a really rough sketch, just a basic concept for a painting I want to do...
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| humanity's gone, smoked up in a gravity bong. |
[06 Oct 2005|07:55pm] |
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Irish Rover's - Fiddler's Green |
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Alright so I've been encountering alot of letdowns...some pretty extreme some not so extreme. I was really excited about something this weekend that probably isn't gonna happen because I might be too busy for it and something else this weekend that has become...strange, for lack of a better word.
I lost my sketchbook. FUCK. That breaks my heart.
I'm going to Cardinal Carter for a meeting on wednesday.
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[28 Sep 2005|10:27pm] |
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mr. tambourine man - bob dylan |
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So provide me with a moment of divine inspiration and combine the tides with skies of other places. Make beauty out of trash on the floor of train stations and Christmas decorations out of burn-ward patients. Skin is nothing but deprivation, denial of sight of what keeps you alive so strive to arrive at a point past the five senses and immense realizations will unravel your mind.
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[13 Sep 2005|08:20am] |
’twas in another lifetime, one of toil and blood
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud
I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
And if I pass this way again, you can rest assured
I’ll always do my best for her, on that I give my word
In a world of steel-eyed death, and men who are fighting to be warm.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
Not a word was spoke between us, there was little risk involved
Everything up to that point had been left unresolved.
Try imagining a place where it’s always safe and warm.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
I was burned out from exhaustion, buried in the hail,
Poisoned in the bushes an’ blown out on the trail,
Hunted like a crocodile, ravaged in the corn.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
Suddenly I turned around and she was standin’ there
With silver bracelets on her wrists and flowers in her hair.
She walked up to me so gracefully and took my crown of thorns.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
Now there’s a wall between us, somethin’ there’s been lost
I took too much for granted, got my signals crossed.
Just to think that it all began on a long-forgotten morn.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
Well, the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount
But nothing really matters much, it’s doom alone that counts
And the one-eyed undertaker, he blows a futile horn.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
I’ve heard newborn babies wailin’ like a mournin’ dove
And old men with broken teeth stranded without love.
Do I understand your question, man, is it hopeless and forlorn?
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
In a little hilltop village, they gambled for my clothes
I bargained for salvation an’ they gave me a lethal dose.
I offered up my innocence and got repaid with scorn.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
Well, I’m livin’ in a foreign country but I’m bound to cross the line
Beauty walks a razor’s edge, someday I’ll make it mine.
If I could only turn back the clock to when God and her were born.
Come in, she said,
I’ll give you shelter from the storm.
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[08 Sep 2005|10:12pm] |
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When does a soul die?
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[02 Sep 2005|09:39am] |
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Pain; A characteristic of living, I guess...but does death stop pain? Is death so immaculate that it could stop the pain of living? And why stop such a beautiful thing as pain? Maybe that's why death is considered bad. Maybe people don't want to die because it means they'll stop hurting and stop hurting others. Life strives on pain. Avoiding pain, hurting others and getting yourself into positions where you can be hurt.
Life + pain + death = synonymous
"i love you baby, and if it's quite alright, i need you baby."
I have so much in my head, but nothing to say. I wonder why...
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[02 Jul 2005|03:35am] |
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everybody HATES raymond. hahahhahaaahahaahhahahahaahaahahhahahahaahhahahahahaahaahaha.
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