These are the pale deaths which men miscall their lives
All this I cannot bear to witness any longer
Cannot the kingdom of salvation take me home.



My skills are artistic. My attititude is pessimistic. Everybody thinks that im fucking autistic, a few too many blows maybe??? I like to sketch - Whatever comes to my mind - been doing it for the last three years. It was something that I shouldn't of had the skills to do, but somehow I managed to do it anyways. I don't know why I started - Can't remember - but I think it involved a few friends of mine.

In my second year of Junior High, I met a few people who helped me think a bit differently. Nikki (Chevon), A spunky, Anime Loving, artist. She was a tom boy, or at least, very ... outgoing.
<----- But she wasn't THAT outgoing!
Nikki talked me the first day of school and showed me some portraits that she was working on. I didn't really look at them first off, but days lated I started thinking about it. The more I got to know Nikki, the more I was impressed by her. She interduced me to a friend of hers, Jackie. Jackie has some damn good talents too, and goddamn she's getting better. A difficult type to explain, Reserved sometimes and at other times, off the wall... Mostly just off the wall. I don't like stereotypes so I'll just say that her styles 'dark'. We dated for quite a long time, split up, ignored each other for a while, and now were friends agian . Sketching started off slow for me. It was frusterating to look at my pukish artwork then see the people's around me be so much better. But I stuck with it, and I might be getting better. My biggest hobby, More hours then whats worth remember went into it. Arts about dedication and perfectionalism. You start with an image in your mind, and you make it reality. Lititures apart of me too. I do a lot of reading. It really ain't for entertainment anymore; Now it's about leaving this world, taking a step back, so I can watch it burn! Seeing things that don't exist. Reality isn't something I believe in - I don't trust what I can see, Instead, Its what a person knows that matters. If you lived a block away from an chainsaw murder, who cut people up and buried them in their garage - Would it be real to you - It wouldn't even exist in your universe! But if you were that murderer - or victom - It's all you'd ever know.

Putting ideas to paper is a good way to get them straightened out. If we knew everything, then all the books would be pointless, and would probably be recycled as toilet paper. But thanks to our ignorance, A writer can do whatever they want, play the role of god, and make something as they see fit. No limitations! History's one of my favorite subjects; Exspecialy World War 1 and 2. Its a story within itself, filled with more tragedy and suffering then anything else. It reflects our culture, It's a mirror that shows how messed up humanity really is. It doesn't matter what you believe in, fact is, that evil's always beneath the skin. We've all got the instincts to be Castle Killers.

Me and religion don't play nicely together... I believe in philosophy - Philosophical Trancendentalism - everybodies got a path that they need to follow. Heaven and Hell are inventions of the mind - even though they are very much real - and so is time, just another invention to suite humanity. It's a convienence for us, gives us a foundation to stand on.

You think a god would have had a use for time? If its been in existance forever - then that means theirs no end and no beggining.

Sports, I don't play a whole lot of sports - I can't pass the drug tests!

In Junior High, I ran track. In Alaska, I snowboarded, Best snow in the world!

Drugs... I started with marijuana when I was 13. A bowl every now and then, didn't take long till I smoked every day. Now I've got contacts for mushrooms, LSD, Morphine, and Dextromethorphens. Maybe it was because of influences - my dad was big on the drug scene - It always offended me, but about the time I entered highschool, I felt a bit corrupted.
It could have been that, or peer pressure, or a rebel mindset - but whatever the reason - It works for me now, so if anybody feels oblidged to complain I'll just jump right onto the manafacturing train. *Sniff* Smells wonderful!

Music's a personal thing.
You can put in a cd, and in Marilyn Manson's words, "The music will never yell at you (Well, not directly at least.), and it'll never judge you". It lets me get lost in my thoughts, Its a launching pad from all the fucked up things that happen in this sick little world. It shoves a foot in the mouth of all the other things in my head, just one loud scream that says, "shout the fuck up!" Ehehe... My personal Motto: I do not fear my enemies - I dispatch them. I do not fear death, because I'm an angel. The Grim Reaper to be exact...
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