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One day i may be free and i can truly love you. Till then let me remember the delicious curves of your body and nothing else. That other guy does not concern me, he is just like me. A man in search of a woman. I have no right to deny another man the pleasure of your body. Without that euphoria spread out amongst the world, this life would seem a little more hopeless.
  • Listening to: T Rex
  • Reading: Pop tart box
  • Watching: wheels going round
  • Playing: always
  • Eating: Duh Pop tarts
  • Drinking: like a fish
A couple of tips for inspiring artists. Get a hardbound sketchbook, preferably eight and a half by 11 to jot your ideas in. Always use a ballpoint pen, so your mistakes will always be there to be seen. Never tear anything out, years from now you will regret it. Everyone and their brother will try to ingrain the basic rules of drawing. Composition , balance, line quality, these will all be mastered in time. In your sketchbook be loose and conceptual. this is your inner world to explore.  

Never listen to critics or even people who may seem to draw better than you. I was told as a teenager i could improve a hundred fold and still not be good. I was also told my work was too abstract by someone who only knew how to imitate other artists. Come correct . be bold and create your own vision. if you have a passion for drawing all the other tools will come in time. Think of creativity as a muscle that needs development, think of drawing as a martial art that you must practice at daily.

Concepts that your skills can not convey may be returned to in later dates to develop.

My current method of image making requires a digital camera,or scanner, a drawing tablet, and a digital imaging program with layering.

1. I create several black and white clip art files. Scan picture of item  in, open in program. Make a duplicate layer, and multiply. Fill second layer with white, i use gradient tool set to whit fore and background. with tablet trace or draw object or scanned picture. Save these files as j pegs to use in future projects. Flatten these images or discard other layers.

2. My style is black line work with mostly flat colors and minimal highlights. this is a personal aesthetic choice. Once i have my line work dun i use the magic erase tool and move plus button. Open other windows to set size of picture format. Arrange items on page as you like. Flatten page and create duplicate and multiply. Fill with white.

3. Time to add color, use gradients to make a nice sky pattern. Then add colors as needed. You may want to use the original files for color reference, or not.
  • Listening to: T Rex
  • Reading: Pop tart box
  • Watching: wheels going round
  • Playing: always
  • Eating: Duh Pop tarts
  • Drinking: like a fish
Walking cane. It's not meant to support your whole weight, that is what crutches are for.I really want to do a novel in lower case, graphic novel, comic book, cartoon. My life,probably like yours is non hyperbole, no real dramatic moments or car chases, just conversations and gatherings.
A walking cane should help you with your gait, not determine it. I am reading through my first novels, saying to myself why the drama? My life would be a sit com at best. arguments liaisons suspicions gossip rumors snubbing but a fist fight or shoot out, c'mon comma, what bull shit.
a grape vine made in to a walking cane, not titanium alloy something that helps you get through the rough periods and commas and capital letters
ah ha punctuation ah ha irony
  • Listening to: T Rex
  • Reading: Pop tart box
  • Watching: wheels going round
  • Playing: always
  • Eating: Duh Pop tarts
  • Drinking: like a fish
William was thirteen years old when he first felt the presence. It was a cool late October evening and he was walking home from a Boy Scout meeting. He had crossed through the McCarty's cow field instead of taking the long way around to Devin Street. There was a low whistling sound of the wind passing through the trees and it filled William with a sense of dread. William froze in his tracks and was overcome with an icy sense of emptiness in places of his soul that he could not fathom. There was dryness to his mouth and a catch in his throat as he looked furtively about. To his left in his peripheral vision was a dense mass of overgrown vegetation.  Long unattended to honeysuckle and wild rose grew in a great mass just to the left of him. William knew that if he looked at it directly he would be looking in the eyes of something dreadful. A coyote, William thought, maybe or a raccoon. William could not make himself look directly at it. The fear he felt was overpowering him to the point of inactivity. He could not summon up the courage to look directly at it. There was rustling in the leaves and what may be footsteps. There is something there, he thought, I have to know what it is. He tried desperately to look but could not summon the courage. Something is watching me, he thought, Why can't I move?  His eyes began to water uncontrollably and he began to hyperventilate. Why did I not stay on the road, he thought William grew dizzy and dropped to his knees. His mind started to collapse in on itself and everything looked blank. What is it, what is it,. Were his last thoughts before he blacked out..

William is in a place that appears to be underwater. He looks about and sees human bones covered  with years of sediment and decayed flotsam. In his head he hears a voice saying help me. Everything is distorted and the sounds are all garbled. The voice says to him they want to eat me please help me. The vision is strong enough to the point that William can smell the water as if has filled his lungs. The vision dies away and William sees only a black inky void. He remembers nothing of the vision except for the fear he felt. His mind echoes the words they want to eat me.


Three beams from flashlights danced about the cow field  "William" shouted Alex Sanderson, "where is that boy' he muttered. "Over here dad" shouted Jake, William's older brother. William was still on his knees from several hours before with his head on his knees and his arms stretched out before him. William's mother Ruth ran to her boy's side grabbing him up in her arms, "dear god, William what happened?"  William's eyes looked madly about, still fear stricken from the events a few hours past " It wanted to get me" he spoke, his voice thin and raspy.  "What wanted to get you" his father asked, the three of them now gathered around the frightened boy. "I don't know" said William, He slowly raised his arm to point.  It was in those weeds over there." Alex and Jake walked over to the clump of briars as they approached a rabbit sprung from its hutch. Alex and Jake started to laugh and nudge each other with their elbows. "Oh it's got huge nasty teeth" shouted Jake. The two made there way back to William and his mother and helped the boy to his feet. Alex braced his arm around the boy and helped him walk back to the house, "Well it is obviously a case of mistaken identity" said Jake. "he probably thought your were a head of cabbage all dressed up in green"  Alex chuckled and said " good thing you weren't wearing orange,  or you would have been a goner." The two laughed, " you two stop that!" his mother interjected, "He just let his imagination run away." William in a low voice "but there was something there. It wanted to take me away" "Now William " his father said " you saw Alice in Wonderland, You know what happens to kids who follow rabbits" "Alex" his mother said  threw gritted teeth, :That's enough" Alex  rolled his eyes a bit and looked down. The four of them reached the back door of the house" I know something was there" said William "I just know it"

They return to the house. Ruth strokes Williams hair" do you want something to eat?" William shakes his head" no, I just want to go to bed" He walks up the stairs" sweet dreams sweetie" says Ruth. Alex looks at "her its all those damn comic books and horror movies. Boy has to much imagination and spare time. In some cultures he would be considered a man at his age. It is time to put this childish behavior behind him and act like a man!" Ruth nods "I know, I know. Just go easy on the boy he had a bad scare" In the middle of the night  around two William wakes up the whole house screaming. His mom runs in to his bed room and comforts him" its okay honey" Alex is standing at he door and looks a little disgusted and goes back to their bedroom. Ruth comes back a littlie later" so help me if it happens again. He is going to doctor Chapman's in the morning. I cant have a psychopath for a son" Ruth hisses at him" he is not a psychopath, he is your son. For gods sake Alex didn't you ever get scared of anything?' Alex looks down a little ashamed. " I use to hide under the bed in lightning storms. Hell I still jump when I hear a big crack of thunder. I'm sorry Ruth" she hugs him and then they fall asleep for awhile. An hour and a half later William wakes them up again screaming. Ruth starts to get up and Alex stops her" its okay I will go and sleep in his room. But tomorrow morning you are taking him to doctor Chapman's." Ruth nods "okay, thank you sweetheart. I love you" He smiles at her and says "I know"
  • Listening to: T Rex
  • Reading: Pop tart box
  • Watching: wheels going round
  • Playing: always
  • Eating: Duh Pop tarts
  • Drinking: like a fish
Tommy Teutonic  Lyrics Jenny Jenny
(He!) --
Kann ich an Jenny Jenny, wem mich wenden? ---
Sie geben mir etwas----
Ich kann zu an halten------
Ich weiß, Sie denken, dass ich die anderen vorher mag----
Wir Ihr Name und Zahl auf der Wand----
Chrous: ---
Jenny, erhielt ich Ihre Zahl --
Ich muss Sie Grube bilden----
Jenny, don' t-Änderung Ihre Zahl----
acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun
acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun
Jenny Jenny, Ihr nur Mädchen für mich-----
Sie don' t kennen mich, aber Sie bilden mich so glücklich---
Ich versuchte, Sie vorher anzurufen---
Aber ich verlor Verstand----
Ich versuchte meine Fantasie,---
Aber ich wurde gestört----
Chor----
Ich erhielt ihn (ich erhielt ihn)---
Ich erhielt ihn -----
Ich erhielt Ihre Zahl auf der Wand----
Ich erhielt sie (ich erhielt sie)---
Ich erhielt sie --
Während einer guten Zeit--
Für einen guten Zeitanruf----
*Instrumental Break*---
(HE!)--
Chor----
Kann ich an Jenny, Jenny, wem mich wenden? -
(8675309)--
Auf der Sonnenseite,--
Ich kann an Sie immer mich wenden---
*Repeat bis Fade*---
(acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun
acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun
acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun
acht sechs sieben fünf drei null neun
  • Listening to: Bowie
  • Reading: Archie Goodwin
  • Watching: Chers
  • Playing: Risk with real cannons
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: air
Faith , science, and magic are ways of man explaining the universe to itself. How does man explain itself to the universe?      Lanc the younger Bewley brother.  And so the story goes they wore the clothes They said the things to make it seem improbable The whale of a lie like they hope it was
  • Listening to: Bowie
  • Reading: Joe Casey
  • Watching: Performance
  • Playing: a charachter in an unscripted play
  • Eating: dohlmos
  • Drinking: Stella Artois