Recent Arty Doodles

Angel's Mistake

“Woops” The angel said
"I accidentally made them dead"

all the people who've survived
no longer feel like they’re alive

“Oh, how tragic” others cry
now the living have to die

So that they can live at last
“Quick: Lets kill them, kill them fast”

Hot Dog Angel

Because Margo has been inspiring me to do cutty things. ^^
Didn't glue these together cause im afraid of permanence.
used newspaper pictures so its not very pretty.

Art Start.

Gonna Start doing a log of arty things. Got a scanner so tis possible now. :D

 Sisters. I was playing around with faces and water color pencils, and I felt it needed a story. 

 Doodle

Couch

I want to chronicle my attempt to get better. 

I want to transition  from doodling -> art.
I will Post as often as possible. Woots.

Bubbles

She is as empty
as time
words
bubbles  


She cracks.

And nothing
E X P L O D E S
Into nowhere

The Sad God

He sat in the dirt. He, a useless nobody, wrote trying to put words to misery. He felt like the whole world was eating at his soul and drumming at his ears. His pen flew. Oh, how his pen flew. It flew across the page until it flew from the page, from his hands.

And he screamed a scream of fear and hatred.
He howled. He longed.

And he exploded into motion. He scratched and ripped at all the tiny usless worthless pieces of his life and the accumulation of his anger turned into a gaping dripping instantly festered wound that echoed the vastness of his emptiness.

He couldn't be confined in his box of a room anymore. So he tore down his room and tore down his house and his family and the world and he dissolved into pieces of the universe.

But he was sad, and he still sat in the dirt. So he built a world unlike Earth, to his own taste, with his own hands, where there was no war, no pain, no control, only love and lust and a playground of slaves to worship him and lift him from the dirt.

He wrote in his godly ledger the new bible of this new world created out of the dust he had lived in. But he grew hopeless again and in one word, all of his slaves exploded again into dust and each particle became an individual star.

He was lord of all the stars

But all the stars complained of his rule, and he was tired. So he carved and curved himself and all his dust thoughts into a new earth, with new life: solid and thought out and well. and he slept.  And then he was the dirt for the next sad souls to lie in.

The Chimera Triad

Part One

my chimera is
Impossible but captures
Everything thats there

Part Two

You wish
such a woman could exist.
the thought is elusion.
nothing.
she is Your chimera

Part Three

Unparalleled
Breathing fire
Out of golden kings’ roar
Mob the world
On growing hooves
With serpent tail