well i've not really been able to put much art on here for a while, its been a crazy year. lots of moving around and no where near enough money to be doing.. well anything...
Its a new year now, a new start, another chance to mess up so spectacularly that im surprized i've not been put in the guniness book of records yet...
what is he chattin about now i hear you ask, well i wish i knew, but alas the workings of my mind are a more gaurded secret than what happens in area 51.
All i know is that everytime things begin to look up the ground opens up in the shape of satans rear end and im cast down into a seamingly endless chasm of foul excriment, with a stong smell of failure.
so far in the past 3 years the only thing i've managed well is pissing of my family and losing the one person i loved more than anything.
is this my destiny? is my fate already laid out before me like a black moth eaten carpet covered in sharp poisoned pins?
I'd like to believe that you can shape your own destiny that your fate is not set in stone but is more a reflection of your choices on the surface of an ever moving pool of clear fresh water.
but the more time passes the more im inclined to believe that we are but puppets with little if any say in what will become of us.
we live our lives knowing that we will die one day, life=death. And yet many of us cling to the belief that we will go to a better place when we die. we use this belief to drag ourselfs though this life, we are forever struggling to get to this better life, the grass is greener on the other side... so im told.
so does death=better-life?? well i guess i'll have to wait and see.
i anyone does read this then thanks for bothering, and i hope you inderstand that somethimes a person just needs to a good rant.

peace.