New Flesh

I got a hair up my ass and had to make a new banner. Is it legible? Does that matter in 2012? Would the movie Dead Alive have been made if someone had to draw all of that blood?

Nope.

You suffer...

 

I drew this in an attempt to pump myself up. So, even if this is out of your well adjusted hetero-male comfort range, it might serve as a platform to something decidedly radder. Deal with it? On it. What do you do?

Idle Threat

Ears twinge, stumbling toward a distant clamor. Looming heat weights down any effort to reveal temporal source. First in sound and later sight; still obscured, it seems to beckon then retreat. Some animal locomotion dividing consciousness from perception knows not to whom the chasm belongs. It draws itself wider and the air breathes a tired requiem. Curiosity drowns in the wake.


I'd like to write more. I'd like to do a lot of things.

Then Came the Last Days of Malaise, or How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Listen to BOC

I started a tumblr at the urging of those who know a sinking ship when they see one. Same basic content minus the chatter/drafts/etc. I'll keep this up until it turns into MySpace, or whatever. Input? I feel like I'm using it wrong. Technology.

All Filler, All The Time

I changed the theme to give things that "new content" smell, without having to go through the hassle of actually making new stuff. If you saw the old layout let me know whether I made it more, or less obnoxious. I haven't decided which I was aiming for.

Things are pretty slow right now (The hell you say!) - I haven't had any good ideas for visuals lately, and the audio stuff, while moving, is still without recorded documentation. I have some crap I could upload (I think I said something was coming soon three or four months ago), but I'd rather wait for something more fleshed-out.

Life, right?