Smile to Cry.

Image.

I cbb uploading a thumb.
I saved the .psd after doing something irreversible.
Slightly fucking annoyed.

Childs play.

There should be a clone game of Hungry Hungry Hippos.

It would be called Stupid Stupid Juniors.

The aim of the game would be to spam your button to repeatedly bump into the senior as he walks across the playground.

Because as Hippos are hungry, juniors are UNCOORDINATED FUCKS.

Let's get this bitch earthquakin'.

In light of Bobs friends graph thing, here is a bar graph of my perception on the social working based on my own experiences.

MOVING ON! :
I didn't want to say it to their face because I was scared that I'd get slapped into oblivion (regardless of how I conditioned my face for slapping) but:

1.

2.

When you, a female, call a MALE partner and he say
"I'm busy."
It can mean 1 of 3 things :

1. He's actually fucking busy.

Believe it or not, males are actually human beings that have the wondrous ability to act independently of you. He could be at school trying to get a good UAI so you two can live happily ever after. He could be at work trying to save up for that fancy 2 year anniversary dinner. He could even be fucking scrap-booking for fucks sake, leave the man alone, they have hobbies too.

2. He's doing something he doesn't want you to know he's doing and most probably you called at a really inconvenient time.

This generally goes into watching porn, doing something illegal or if he's the adventurous type, in the middle of a cult ceremony he wants to induct you into later on.

3. He's cheating on you.

This should be in #2 but I had something else funnier in my head which the other side of my brain went "Haha, we should totally blog that." Then I forgot what it was. Fuck.

3.

I literally spent 5 hours staring at this image seeing how I could possibly incorporate these blasted colours into this design.

YEAH, YR12 HOODIES INSTEAD OF JERSEYS.
...

Immaculate Cruxifiction.

I spy
with my third eye,
the fate of few,
the same crew,
the polarisation,
marginalisation,
access to poverty,
human manufactured reality.
Is our love only pain in Sin City?
People getting high on inequity.
Bankrupt frustrations in this global neighbourhood,
what's good is bad and what's bad is good.
Sometimes I feel like a sheep amongst the wolves.
Jungle rules, is the code of conduct -
No sitting on the fence,
you can be servin' to masses,
Who do you represent? :
The few?
Or the masses?

City of the Sinful (2:30) - Juno Reactor

I'm experimenting with colouring...and stuff. I don't know.
I might rework it later to make it looks as epic as it does in my head.

The end is here.

No rest for the wicked.
No death for the weary.
And by god, no salvation for the divine.

Benovolence.

You have no fucking idea how painful it was that I ruined this picture by 'making it better'. I'm not incredibly sure whether this version is the better that the other 2 versions it could have been made into.

// And now for some real blagging content, full of mystery, suspense, AND INTRIGUE!

If you read the last blag you would heard me mention something about a deeper and more emotional thing I was supposed to draw - I couldn't, so I might reschedule it. Though, it's based on something that happened last night, so I don't know if doing it later will dumb it down or not.

A quick summary of that event:
My dreams had melded with what was and what wasn't. I was awake, yet I dreamed on for a cause unknown to me or my fears. Half unconscious I writhed in the mellows of my mind unable to distinguish reality from the onslaught of my subconscious - but it was no monster, no fear to be done with, rather, it was a perfection of life. A false reality had been created in my favour. The lack of perception blinded me further as I chose to embrace the facade my mind had presented me. It showed me an alternate path in which another would intertwine with mine and together the cogs of the world would stop for just us two, the deprivation would seep away and fill the cracks, cowering from our magnificent presence. Our eyes would lock on one another and the outer frame would disappear into the void where the seekers kept on searching. She'd show me the ways of the turning of the world; the fear that moves us and the death that stops us. But no meaning was without connected minds. She saw the world as I did, but regardless of the ground we stood on, as long as out thoughts and spirits connected, the world would be insignificant.

- I could go on for fucking ages, but ... yeah. It's probably the same last couple of lines repeated over and over. That and just writing that type of stuff really irks me. Alot. But this is a recount so I fair game. -

Sharp pains in my body finally woke me, I opened my eyes and fell to a loss of this bettered reality. This perfection my subconscious seeks will only remain as a memory of something that could never exist.

TL;DR:
I had a dream where I had a girlfriend. Again. But this time I wasn't asleep, and the events and memories seemed real as severe fuck to the point I laid in bed for about an hour out of sheer disappointment.

My subconscious is one teasing FUCK. Maybe it's trying to remind me that I'm human. Or someone else is interjecting memories and thoughts into my head. Or it might be that whole past-lives-trying-to-redeem-themselves type thing that I've come to conclude sometime last year.
Or I could revert to the obvious and say that my brain is saying "Hey bubs, I'm lonely, do something about it, aight?"

FUCK YOU BRAIN.

Bleed Eternal.

I was trying to draw someone but failed miserably.

I was meaning to have at least started another image, but I can't get the drawings right. It's supposed to be deep and emotional and shit.
"DnM" is illogical BECAUSE THEY'RE MEANINGLESS AND I REFUSE TO CALL THEM THAT.