I have decided to create a new account for my artses. I will leave this account activated for my Marshmallow VS Pineapple Lump comics so people can still read them incase they idiotically feel a need of 'happiness' and came to my gallery as a hope it would fill that void.

Pleeease watch/view my new account *Craniata
(/skoot over to give me a verbal sense of encouragement?)

Thankyou for the support so far, I very much appreciate every single one of you


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So it seems I have become violently ill. My throat feels like it has bought a new knife and hyperactivly is testing out the sharpness on itself whenever I attempt to speak or swallow. Everyso often I do this 'human' function which apparently is called "sneezing" This is new to me. What is the purpose of a 'sneeze'? Should I be worried for the save keeping of my brains and other vital organs? If I at some point 'sneeze' up a spleen or two then someone will have to put it back, people always give me a horrifying look whenever I ask someone to pop back in the ol' organs. This is really quite horrible, nothing seems to be warm enough and in result cannot function properly. Someone told me to stay in bed untill I get well again. What was this person thinking? If only they knew what I keep in my bed. Have you ever walked to school one morning and saw a dead cat on the side of the road, then went back the next day and it was gone? I took the dead cat, and the only way to preserve them with care is to keep them in the freezer. Unfortunatly I do not have a freezer in my lair so my bed is the next best thing.

If anyone is to blame, it's the almost dead lady who is in my art bachelor course. She always looks like she is just waiting to infect other organisms health. For this she will pay, in blood.

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Okay you privelaged basterds. I saw Nine Inch Nails live and threw up in a sink half way through wish, the 'recesion' is reducing my work hours, I recently began my 3 year Visual Art Bachelor course, I spoke to Trent Reznor on the phone (x *myxchemicalxstarfire), real life humans seem to enjoy my "art", it is about to rain and my bearded dragon is on my right shoulder dozing off but keeps getting woken by the violent sounds of my fingertips smacking against the surface of the keys on my pain stained key pad. Oh and I have been caffiene free for 3 days (yeah, that's right.)

I get to sleep in tomorrow, thursdays class starts at 1pm, no doubt it will be highly relaxing. I must say the past month has been quite rad. Now I must break a personal best and drink a large cup of brewed beverage prepared from roasted seeds originating from Ethiopia if I wish to draw with the same twisted mind as it has recently been referred to from my FRYLORD.

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Soo, nothing new, except, NINE INCH NAILS IS TOMORROW AND I WILL BE BOWING BEFORE TRENT THE ANTICHRIST ALONG WITH THE BETTER PART OF THIS NO LONGER FORGOTTEN ISLAND THAT IS NEW ZEALAND IN LESS THAN 12 HOURS TIME!

It is safe to say I am as excited as a zoophiliac on a farm.

Here's the low-down.

For once in my life I am enjoying school. Considering I no longer go to school, I love how I have a house to myself, there's no faghole trouble makers running around town and it's a nice feeling (an awesome feeling) knowing while my brain is calmly not operating in bed there is an entire population of school humans whose brains are stressing out. No exams. No hard ass teachers breathing down your neck judging your acidemic skills by nothing more then your appearance. No one box limitations of how much I can consume at one 'lunch interval'.

In 9 days I will be infront of one of the most talented bands in existance, Nine Inch Nails. Stephen will be risking the well-being of his ear drums and sanity for me, as I thaaaank, I make my mouth agap in disbelief.

Recently I have impressed myself. No less then a month ago I had a change of lifestyle for theee worst. No one was there for me (not even stubborn stuck up 'friends' who you have been there for whenever, WHEREEVER) and I got through it alone. I didn't think I could do it, I put my life in the hands of myself and made it through the otherside with no help from anyone else. It made me realise, if I could get through that on my own, I could achieve almost anything, anythingggg. So I had a change of lifestyle. No more getting attached to anyone who you haven't known for over a considerable amount of time. I focus my life on my career instead of pointless relationships. Lets just say, I'm too fu*k'd up to care anymore. What I have right now is all I need. I've already sold 2 paintings and a few tattoo designs so it must be working. If a nice girl comes along then yay, just don't expect me to try to hard for something that will enevitably end. Oh, and I have lost all faith in humans. The planets screwed and im just trying to make my way through till I die, whether that's tomorrow or in 40 years. I will continue to do what I have always enjoyed doing and which cannot leave me to rot, art.

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PS: I will also be posting this on my lifejournal.
PPS: Corona and her trained packs of zombie rats will skin and eat you alive. Have a nice day