Oh Jeez, Tagged By LacedinLove

Hollllllllly sh t, not crap, sh t... I give up on life

Holmes Urgings

Urges and desires are often controllable, we fight them every day, hell we fight ourselves all the time… We bargain and delay our imaginings so that we can appeal to something or someone else… But theres a limit i suppose to where one could draw the line, and I guess I have done that lately… I am in the depths of a Holme’s Urging, where I find myself in the depths of self exploration, questioning and indulging in the tiniest of things; considering factors once removed from the table by bias. In the process you reject all other things not related to your issues and task and save for those persistent enough to seek you out you find yourself alone… Which blows but to that same end you realize the things you want… I know what i want… Yet I’ve found it as elusive as ever to my perception. I suppose I’d need to by my time but lately things have pushed me in a very, dare I say focused sort of state… priorities… priorities… I need to do what I’d hate to bare through…

A new drawing, “Optimist/Pessimist.”

Let's say you had a chance to play any hero and any villain you wanted, what two characters would you pick?

Personally I'd pick Deadpool and Carnage

AD Justin Morrison from the Portland Mercury asked me to do a cover and some spot illustrations of people making out for their Valentine’s Day issue, and then gave me complete creative freedom! It was a fantastically fun assignment—thanks so much, Justin!

beginning of my bio for a show

i would like to believe that I could be angry, that I could loath them just as much if not more then they me. I'm alone here, where there shouldn't be lines drawn and where eyes should be blind to colors and the judgement that tollows would be treated as something for the masses. Yet here I'm tormented by bias, by someones hope that I'd live as low as their expectations. Where open words and physical abuse once sufficed now rules and limitations seek to break my will. They make it out to be a sport, a game of me. Yet it only makes it easier for me to win. I can eat alone, live alone, and learn alone just fine my dear. They would not be able to get me out, that I'm sure of. My entire time at the acadmeny I was shunned, though my father had been a military man, and a leader at that just by the fact alone that I was colored made me less then any other cadet. We knew the same things, I would think that we had shared the same qualitications of enrollment, even the same education. It was still meaningless to them all. I was required to (Insert task here)

OHHHHHhhh yeah! Spar Ops!

Halo 4 - Spartan Ops Episode 8 Trailer Caps

Yeah... I'm gonna go for this on Halloween... Thanks to Mika for this stunning picture

I just think that I would love to hand these out for halloween

Evasive

We often joke about such things like you and I, how we are and how we love brings subtle tension, like slow nudgings of unrest in our souls. I smile as I mask my truths in hyperbole and faux romantic cheese. What are we? Nothing? You speak warnings, pushing away but I feel that it is only in fear. Your warning nobody but yourself... Why can't you answer the question, "what are we?" I could compare us to Orpheus and Eurydice, compare myself to a stone and you the water, maybe I could compare you to a butterfly and I the watcher... No matter the form your nature define our reactions, I can't have you for you flee when in the face of the serious, when I leave to follow my passions, you creep upon my sides watching and wondering... In a way I guess it'll never matter the question, the answer holds no meaning while you reject me.