"...baby, keep the tip!"

I grabbed her left breast, and I'm pretty sure I tore it
I said "go down", but she didn't have the stomach for it
Buck teeth fell out, and her tongue fell out to boot,
But all in all, she was a rotten kind'a cute.
While I was tense, it was plain to see
A sort of rigor mortis was comin' over me
I didn't want to see it, but I just had to believe it
I had a stiffy for the stiff in front'a me.

Morally, I'm destitute
In the Tomb of Ill repute
She's a rotten kind'a cute
For a Zombie Prostitute.

You're the reason... I DON'T BELIEVE

Drew Dallas from 'Soulmate' written by some aussie girl living in a desert. Looking forward to reading the whole thing, when it's done *cough* get to work Jaimi >:3



I'll post this on dA later. So I did.

Try not to miss me when I'm gone

Wrote another short story, and published it on DeviantArt. Read it if you want to.

You need an account this time too, though.

D'aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaw!

Richard Dawkins and Charles Darwin. Click for dA.

He needed a lot of tissues

The pain in James' tongue was finally starting to recede. About time, he thought. Nearly fifteen minutes had passed since he stapled it to his wooden office desk, and the first five had been sheer agony. Who would have guessed a staple gun could cause so much hurt? Not James, that's for certain. It had seemed like such a good idea at the time - maybe not convenient – but at least it would take his mind off of the economy report he had to finish before the end of the day. But now reality came crashing down on him, and he realized he was going to have to find a way to get the nail clip out and his tongue back in his mouth, and then actually finish that damned report.

I wrote a weird short story. You can read it at deviantArt, although you might need a membership to do so. But I don't want to post it here, cause it would flood the entire page. 

Writing is fun. So fun. 

No one gives a fuck about you anymore

I love inking digital. So SO SO much. But I think I love inking on regular paper EVEN MOAR. Jesus Christ I love it. So much.

Here's Mike Perry.



Mike has a cintiq. Which means he draws with fire. But he doesn't need to, cause - as this image clearly shows - his hands are made of pure energy.

Pure. Fucking. Energy.

If I ever meet Mike, I think I'll frame this one and give it to him. Maybe color it too? Maybe.

Lightsaber day

I know I haven't been updating here as frequently as I should, but it's not because I don't care. I just don't have anything to update with, I literary hasn't been drawing in awhile at all. I won't to get back to drawing as much as before, but it's hard. 

However, today was lightsaber day (guessing that was coined by Mike), so I had to make this:



Heheheh. That looks totally realistic. No?

Yeah, I didn't take it 100% serious.