| I've long been lacking in dedication to my art. I rarely find the motivation or inspiration to move my hand. A few years stupor-ridden have all but destroyed my artistic vision, whatever that may have been. I am now striving to bring myself back to the pen, for my craft has become rusted and withered in long hibernation. Soon I hope to create more ghoulish things to slather upon this neglected page--works both fair to the eye and piercing to the gut. I hereby resolve to devote more of my waking hours to the crafting of hideous blasphemies and mere curious diversions for the viewing agony of the general online public. I am Kenneth Raymond Bays, Jr. of Indiana. As the party evaporates from my settling frame I see now the dull edge of my razor... As the years lengthen stride I must train once again. Slow time, sharpen wit and vision, focus view. Collect the bits of story strewn about; eliminate the unnecessary. Learn to Hate once again. Illustrate the Hate! Negative, perhaps, but love is a labor and hate is a holiday. I must learn once again that pity is a weakness. I must admit no weakness until I have conquered it. I must rise up, fly away and destroy the nest. Leave no trace. Leave no trace. Leave No Trace..... |
