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?You know where we are, right? a woman asked from the back seat. I looked back to see her clinging nervously to Red.
?Course I know where I am! Jesus? I said, roughly. Damnit woman, lay off. Now where the hell am I? The buildings around me seemed dark and foreign, but I could normally find my way out of where ever I found myself.
I took a left onto a street that looked promising. It was brighter, and had some stores still open. I lit another cigarette as I scanned the shops, looking for a familiar one.
?Can you roll down the window, the smoke is making me sick? the woman in the back seat asked in an exasperated tone.
?Fucking Christ,? I mumbled and I depressed the window?s switch. I opened it a few inches and turn halfway around. ?Ya happy, no?? I said while blowing as much smoke as possible in the back seat. The girl in the passenger seat snickered and lit a cigarette herself. I grinned at her and again looked for familiar terrain.
?We?ve been past that shop!? The woman in the back yelled suddenly, leaning forward to point it out to me. It was a small pornographic shop with pink lights in the windows.
?We?re in fucking WoodView, the whole damn place is tiny porn shacks.? I sighed and I shoved her hand out of my face. ?Now stay in the fucking back.?
?Red! Red, tell your friend to try and be a bit more polite in the presence of a lady? she said, pretentiously, as she returned to the arms of her lover.
?A lady?? I snorted in mild laughter. ?You ain?t no fucking lady, deary. Fuck, Red, how do you stand this shite??
?Hey man, calm down. You know where we are?? Red said, in a very tired and annoyed tone.
?Course I fucking know where I am!? Jesus, where am I?
?Stop swearing, you sound like an idiot? the woman in the back chimed in again.
?Fuck, at least I?m not an arrogant rich bitch, now shut the fuck up, Stacy.?
?Hey man, don?t talk to her like that!? Red roared.
?Fucking hell...? I muttered as I rubbed my eyes. ?You got an Advil or somethin?, luv?? The girl next to me dug in her purse and then handed me a single packet of aspirin and a water bottle. I popped the pills in my mouth and washed them down.
?There?s a sign for the freeway,? the girl next to me said, as we came to a new intersection.
?Finally, I thought we were going to die!? Stacy muttered in the back seat.
?Shut the fuck up or you will fucking die,? I yelled at Stacy over my shoulder. I could feel her glaring at me as I pulled onto the freeway.
We traveled for a few minutes in silence. A sign told me I was nearly 45 miles from Red and Stacy?s place. How did we get this far out?
I looked back after a period and saw the two in the back asleep. I sighed deeply and flashed a broad and awkward grin to the girl next to me. She smirked back at me, and I felt quite relieved.
?You are terrible,? she finally said with a laugh.
?Hey now, no ones forcing you to be here, luv? I shot back. She giggled and leaned over against me. I put my arm around her and kissed the crown of her head. ?So, how are you doing tonight??
?I?m tired, but I had a good time.?
?Well, that?s good.?
?Yes, it is,? she snickered at me. I laughed sheepishly and lit a new cigarette. I breathed it in deeply and smiled. I looked back down at her, but she had her eyes closed. Punching the button on the dash, I discovered it was already after 3 am. I don?t deserve you, luv.
I was happy in that moment. All the noise from before had faded, and we were alone in the front of that car. We were alone together in our lives.
My eyelids grew heavy, and I felt warm and peaceful.
A scream behind me woke me, and a bright pair of lamps before me left me blinded. A crunch of metal and flesh.
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My first colored pic... you can see the non-colored in my last entry... Took forever and doesn't look to spiffy, dah well...
Ok... time to update... I've drawn alot, and it all sucks, but I'm posting some of it anyway. Note, nothing is finished... I never finish anything, thats why you never see anything penned... I'll get around to some of it someday... maybe...
This is a guy killing himself with a gun AND telekenisis... As you can see, I spent most of my time working on the gun.
Its a guy smoking... hehe.... I really like this one, actually, but most people hate the eye... its kick ass, you tards!
A really bad sketch I never finished, but I still like it....
One armed man being controlled by a one armed demon... why the hell not?
A masked person... I like the eye.
My version of Vincent, as promised.
A dead warrior... I'm thinking about either coloring this one or redoing it and then coloring it...
Thats it for this update... let me know what you think!
Still working on getting myself a decent scanner. I have started a sketch of this capture, changed it a bit, I'll see how you guys like it once I get a scanner that works right.
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My self portrait... Thinking about penning a wolfwood drawing I did and posting it, just to show some different style than insane....
A few drawings... bad... made worst by scanner my paper doesn't fit in properly..
Its a hand... mine, in a perspective...
This one scanned really poorly and got cut off... dah well...
This one saved real small for some reason... Its me, stuck in my own mind.
This was some assignment for a class some time ago about "intense moment in our lives"... I thought it was bullshit, and it was, but this is the best writing I have left after numerous computer crashes and wipes.
Every moment is, in truth, intense. Not because its new, or exciting, but because every moment there is a pressure in my chest, and in my mind. All I know is I don?t have anything I want. I don?t even know what I want, or if I really want anything. I?m not saying I?m content, not anything like that. Every meaningless moment is intensely terrifying.
I?m sure everyone will write this off. It?s just me, that depressing kid; he does this all the time. Honestly, I would be sick of me. Honestly, I am sick of me. I rant and bitch about how I have nothing and love nothing, but I do nothing. On the rare occurrence that I do anything, no one cares. But I don?t hate or blame them; I don?t really care that much myself.
Why do I write? Why do I continue to put it out there? I?m not really sure. Maybe I think that I?m getting something off my chest, but nothing is new. I have to say the same thing over and over again, so obviously I am getting nowhere.
I write a lot of fiction, with characters I?d hope to be. Characters who have meaning, and mean something, to at least themselves. But in the end, I draw too much from myself, and they end up alone, broke, or dead.
I keep getting distracted, tonight and always. I can?t keep my brain going. It wants to shut down and give up. Not enough seratonine, or some shit. I wonder what happens when I shut down. So many preachers and messiahs think they have the answer, but I don?t like any of those options. I would be fine with just science. I am an animal, and when I die, it?s all finished. I?d really like to finish something. This, I have guaranteed.
If I go by just science, then at least I am right and everyone else is wrong. Nothing matters. No good will be rewarded and no evil will be punished. In fact, there is no good and evil at all, just human impulse. Everything is impulse.
My mind is off and running again. He jumps like crazy, like on hot sand. He just needs to find a place to cool his feet. If he ever finds one, I doubt we will ever leave. Life is a desert; when you find an oasis, never leave it, not even to show the way to others. In the end, it doesn?t really matter who found what. Keep your feet cool.
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I have a Live Journal, but they don't let you upload pics and whatnot without paying, so I'm here, thanks to the recommendation of Staying up with Simon....
Anyway, its late and I have work in the morning, so I will get this underway later....