For those of you who don't know.
I've had an Un-named, Re-occuring masked character in my dreams Since I was in 8th grade. He gave me all the advice I ever needed on whatever path I chose to walk. He was always thee most disappointed out of every one when I did something...disgraceful, particularly when I gambled with my life. So It goes without saying that that conscience was a big part of my life. He's the reason I put projekt in everyone of my usernames.

Projekt was an artsy fartsy term to my experimentation on finding myself and where I stand in this world (it also loosly referes to Linkin Parks Projekt Revolution of Reanimation, which in itself, feels like a dream.) Be it social Myspace, viral youtube, musical last.fm, gnarly snowboardaddicts and artsy Deviantart...the goal was to camouflage and see how I excelled in those given feilds.

However, In recoil, this masked my true personality and left my definition up to option of the beholder. I also constantly weakened myself by letting out more emotion than needed without realizing it. Like a loose canon. Everything I said came across as a plea for pity, when it was just in fact, truth. This has cost me some friends Local and international. With this realization came conclusion.

On the night of august 29, the masked man said his goodbye. You finally understand and therefore, I am needed no more...so he said to me.

What this translates to in sane english is that the Projekt is no more. No more spilling on my personal life, It's strictly theme from now one (so help me), No more vain habits that distract from subject, No more nicknames for each of my alter ego's, From now on, We Are S.I.N.

This profile and all other project profiles will be deleted once I am fit to do so. All new Profiles will go along the asumed name--->[link]

Yeh, the last week of the quarter before break is fast approaching...as in next week.
So I've locked myself in my basement finishing up ALL the final projects.

The Samurai's were just me messing around, now I have a big project to do in my drawing class that consist of them.


My eyes are so red and heavy, It's a good thing I have to wear shades all the time. I Look like a zombie. I could really use this up-coming break.



Updates soon...if I don't faint.

L8r

The first month of spring is over but yet we have 12INCHES (32cm) of SNOW!!


It won't stay for long but It's nice to snowboard in warm conditions.






Strangely enough, Over my spring break, I was conjuring up a ridiculous story that took place on a winter-like Island with conditions such as this. Fear not, I am working on it, and with the class of Writing for Animation, I'll have a lot of time to perfect it.

Hope you're all well and all that.
L8r deviants.

This dreams are so much more vivd than Life
I'm more awake asleep than I am when when awake.

I'm in a white house with white carpet resting In her lingerie lap, staring out my oversized window watching the waves as they bestow soft chiling winds at my feet. A kiss on my forehead, I'm flushed with love. I promise her Hugs. Kisses. Children.

I talk a walk down the crunchy white street away from the village following the snow covered palm trees towards the woods where a car waits. I drive towards a floating Gothika where I meet my ego's and "gaurdian" as the show me to my very strange friend. She hugs me tight, I'm flushed with lust. She promises Bites. Kisses. Godchildren.

Come sunset, It's back to the deep of the woods with a board in hand. Along the thick root and vine, I find the royal family of the pumpkins who have been aching for my company for their walk during the twighlight. It's comfortable, I'm flushed with peace. No promise could surpass this awe.

Nightfall at the hill, looking down my steep path as it reflects back at me as though it's clear as day. The bat's hover at my head, They're as bright as the stars. The best riding companions and spectators I could as for. The rides were fast, I'm flushed with a blood rush. A promise to myself I achieve naturally.

At hike back, I befriend some albino gorillas who almost perfectly camouflage in this mellow winter. A ride atop their backs shows their might in a nutshell as they are also intruiged by the bats. The show me the secrets of the woods, The drugies. The health nuts. A group of nudist girls who seem imune to frostbite and cause one to wonder if they are under age at first glance.

Back in the village, back in my house, back on my couch, back in her lingerie covered lap. The window is shut. there's low warped music. My face is cradled as i share my day. When all is said and done, I realize there's no other place in the world I'd rather be than this land in my dreams.


If anything more exciting is to happen in real life. then feel free to wake me up.

Check out Mic's take on one of my favourite works [link]
he did what i couldn't do.
his page
And she's still worth mentioning


In other news, i'm REALLY into inking now...and skulls...and paint cans
I really have to get back to character designing to save my arse


I found some of my old characters so. i'm gonna re-invent them...through inking

OOH and all those snowboarders i use to draw...yeah.






{it's getting colder up here, i'm amped for winter...i'm dead broke, but i'm still amped}