some times we choose to play blues
amongst the Jews.
Smoke Jays and eat pastries,
Pop open a can of lays,
jays lay plain on the plane,
and all this just to smoke some jane
Walk down my lane,
Change is found in the form of pain,
heinous crimes
rhymes Chime like Chimes through my mind,
all i want is a dime.
or some time to get my shit in line
We breath sighs,
and paint lines,
paint our paths divine,
leave trails and tails,
Rails guide us through hells,
as knells signal the our introduction to hell,
the school bell has chimed,
will you be in class in time, and just to stay in line?
Damn this Damion, the Dead don't let Death D
Together we walk
The plains of hell
Forever we shall see
That our love will last
But I can't do it with out you
Together we love
Our hearts warm us
Our fatigue is unseen
We carry on
Our love leads the way
It paves the path to our graves
I watched her walk along the shore
her beauty seemed to infect every thing around her
It radiated from her body like light from a bright sun
But she was cold like the icey waters she so gracefuly navigated along
Every thing around her seemed to crystalize, turning into ice
The air around her was cold
And beautiful
And I loved her
I thought perhaps i could warm her heart
People told me it has been tried before
Any one who gets near her dies a slow, cold death
Because once you find your self in the presence of such beauty
You cannot leave
But i would change her
Warm her cold heart
At first i watched her at a distance
Growing fer
Why did I do it?
Was my escape worth my lover?
My life
Was the pain i felt even real?
The days run together now
What i do moment to moment seems so robotic
But does a robot feel pain
Would it realize a void in its existence or would it seem only expected and natural?
I don't think that i understood what the action meant, as a robot would
It seemed like it wasn't my choice
Like a program run by the simple mind of an auto matron
I lie in bed motionless, cold, dead.
But in my last few moments of consciousness I remember thinking,
Would a machine bleed as I did?
It was then i discovered the meaning behind my action
I was alive
I a
I feel your life intermingle with mine
I kiss your lips, blood runs through my face, my hands, my body
I feel you everywhere
I could never ask for more
But you always give it to me
I feel fireworks go off whenever we touch
Where ever we touch
I love you is all else i can say
some times we choose to play blues
amongst the Jews.
Smoke Jays and eat pastries,
Pop open a can of lays,
jays lay plain on the plane,
and all this just to smoke some jane
Walk down my lane,
Change is found in the form of pain,
heinous crimes
rhymes Chime like Chimes through my mind,
all i want is a dime.
or some time to get my shit in line
We breath sighs,
and paint lines,
paint our paths divine,
leave trails and tails,
Rails guide us through hells,
as knells signal the our introduction to hell,
the school bell has chimed,
will you be in class in time, and just to stay in line?
Damn this Damion, the Dead don't let Death D
Together we walk
The plains of hell
Forever we shall see
That our love will last
But I can't do it with out you
Together we love
Our hearts warm us
Our fatigue is unseen
We carry on
Our love leads the way
It paves the path to our graves
I watched her walk along the shore
her beauty seemed to infect every thing around her
It radiated from her body like light from a bright sun
But she was cold like the icey waters she so gracefuly navigated along
Every thing around her seemed to crystalize, turning into ice
The air around her was cold
And beautiful
And I loved her
I thought perhaps i could warm her heart
People told me it has been tried before
Any one who gets near her dies a slow, cold death
Because once you find your self in the presence of such beauty
You cannot leave
But i would change her
Warm her cold heart
At first i watched her at a distance
Growing fer
Why did I do it?
Was my escape worth my lover?
My life
Was the pain i felt even real?
The days run together now
What i do moment to moment seems so robotic
But does a robot feel pain
Would it realize a void in its existence or would it seem only expected and natural?
I don't think that i understood what the action meant, as a robot would
It seemed like it wasn't my choice
Like a program run by the simple mind of an auto matron
I lie in bed motionless, cold, dead.
But in my last few moments of consciousness I remember thinking,
Would a machine bleed as I did?
It was then i discovered the meaning behind my action
I was alive
I a
I feel your life intermingle with mine
I kiss your lips, blood runs through my face, my hands, my body
I feel you everywhere
I could never ask for more
But you always give it to me
I feel fireworks go off whenever we touch
Where ever we touch
I love you is all else i can say
Nobody is better than you.
Nobody is better than me.
Nobody understands you.
Nobody understands me.
Nobody likes you.
Nobody likes me.
Nobody loves you.
Nobody loves me.
Nobody cares about you.
Nobody cares about me.
Nobody wants to play with you.
Nobody wants to play with me.
Nobody is a killer than you.
Nobody is a killer than me.
Nobody fires you.
Nobody fires me.
Nobody takes care of you.
Nobody takes care of me.
Nobody wants you to die.
Nobody wants me to die.
Nobody is crazy like you.
Nobody is crazy like me.
Nobody beats a crap out of you.
Nobody beats a crap out of me.
Nobody wants you to live.
Nobody wants me
my process can be rather odd... but i find it works rather well. many of the pieces of done can't be placed on deviant at the moment because they're physical media and i don't have a reliable way of digitizing them. they is going to change. I've developed an entirely new pipeline, something i've pull out of no where very recently. my concepts are always ridiculously simplified so when the idea is actually being put into 3d space i only have the most general idea of what i want to do. My 3d work and more serious pieces run off of a very basic idea, then it becomes more complicated from there. i find i only need the simplest layout in my mind for a piece to evolve into something much more incredible.
Nuff said.
This is that story where I tell all of you that i have just got out of jail and am very happy to be so. my artistic insanity will continue to be very slow simply due to the fact that i have been sober for about a week now and plan on staying that way. with out marijuana and cigarettes for the time being my mind is in 10 million places, and it doesnt stay in any of them for very long. i hope you all have a fun winter break.
Crack is wack, stay on the board fool
I've come up with a brand new pipeline for my concepting. i plan on laying out my ideas in the absolute simplest of forms. the art work i will be doing for concepts is going to look borderline kindergartener. but that is because i want only a very basic idea when i go into the final product. allows me to devote more time to a serious project. where as it might normaly take several very long thought out attempts at a concept to come up with even an idea for a final project previously. i plan to be able to pump out 3-4 concepts in an hour, and at the end of a day of concepting, i should have about 15-18 concepts. i'm hoping this works out well,
i don't know how to describe how i feel aside from terrifying. a while ago i made the decision to actualy pay attention to my feelings. they weren't to bad to start with. but my mind obsesses. it works like a broken clock. there are broken cogs and when ever i try to fix it by winding it tighter, the pain gets worse and it becomes that much closer to breaking for good, all only just to have it repeat again when the clock reaches the same point twelve hours later.
I really don't mind the spelling mistakes from people who weren't born into the language you probubly get just as frustrated with people who try and speak your language who weren't born into it, but in people from america who use words like yall or aint, or misuse the words your, you're or the three variations of their.