licanthroppe

So, If you're out there, somewhere, you people who actually appreciate my drawings ( I won't use the word "art" for them, not just yet) You will have probably noticed that I've been AWOL for a while. There are a couple of reasons. 1. I've had a shortage in my stash of goods required to spit on and all over the concepts of art with my clumsy skills in the graphic area. (That meaning I don't have materials. I haven't grasped the concept of technology in that aspect just yet.) 2. I haven't been in the mood for it recently. I mean, when my drawings suck rainbow balls it kinda discourages me in drawing more. That being said there are other and m

Blood runs around Mind's palace. Warm. Pulsing. Unstoppable. He knows he must do something. Soon. The Subconscious needs results. It needs a yes. It needs to know it worked out. Distressing months and months of mental preparation, and the Artifice of Will hasn't been able to achieve anything tangible. And The Subconscious waits. It revolves in it's abstract throne and awaits. Music echoes around every crevice of Mind's palace. Hallways. Rooms. Filled up with music. Mind perceives it. It's a message from *them*. He must hurry. Today is the day. Three nines match for the first time in the new century. Best day for action. The music sounds. He l