Well after a year long hiatus (sp?) I am back on Deviant Art, by previewing some of the deviations I missed from those ppl I have watched I am sad I ever left. By ohh well Im back with new tooks, new ideas, and a new muse to share with you all

Update about me

Mood: Sobering Up
Listening to: none
Reading: The Upanshards
Watching: Twilight Samurai

Hello all,
Well not much happening here. Stress has been significantly less due to the fact that I got some mail that contained some liquid joy So last night some friends and I got drunk and played guitar in the rain outside until we passed out. It was a very good night. And hey it was raining!! That always good. I have always enjoyed rain, but after spending a summer in 140 degree heat with 50 LBS of gear on (long sleeve pants, shirt, helmet, armor.....the list goes on) I enjoy it so much more. It was pretty funny because I started rambling about how rain was so spirtual because it was one of the 4 elements of creation returning to the earth and I could feel the joy of the rain because they would no longer be just drops but they would be part of something more, be it ocean, puddle, or stream. Maybe that would make a good song muse?.....hmmmmm anyway im out take care all.

ya ya ya just let me get to the damn journal

Mood: blah
Listening to: blah
Reading: blah
Watching: blah

Well, I logged on today to see that since my last login I had recieved 160 page views. I know they are not what matter and comments are what counts, but its nice to see that ppl are at least looking at my stuff. Anyways, what a crazy couple of days. I would like to tell you all what ive been doing, but you never know who might be reading this and besides I dont think I want to proverbial (SP???) black helicopters coming down on me if you know what I mean. I will tell you this, we cought a punk today, and his conviction gave me chills. Its little bastards like that who give the Mujahdeen the back bone it needs to survive. He was 20 and I couldnt help but think, I know this kids story. Young in a conntry filled with war he was reaching out to what he thought was the right answer. He was pressured by firends and family im sure, and brain washed by mujahdeen propaganda. If anyone has ever seen a mujahdeen recrutment video, you can see that they are almost hypnotic in nature. Very very disconcerting.

ya ya ya just let me get to the damn journal

Mood: blah
Listening to: blah
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Watching: blah

Wow. Ok I guess I should explain myself.

As some (most) probally know ~drak had a recient DD of an awesome looking dragon/humanoid thing that was unbeliveable. Feeling inticed by the creativity of the work I checked the 15 year old artists gallery and was absolutley drop-to-the-floor-kick-in-the-kidney-while-standing-on-a-land-mine blown away. The gallery is fucking amazing!! I feel like a fucking prospector that found a chunk of gold the size of my fuckin fist!. You must check the gallery ppl im seroius.

Hm.....

Mood: Unask The Question.
Listening to: The Noose by Perfect Circle
Reading: The Rise Of Endymion
Watching: ........

What a strange thing is man.

It seems all we do is unite, then divide. Surface, then dive. As if a game, where the steaks seem small, compared to the pleasure of the game. I feel anrgy at times because I am man as well. The same hard wired impulses are within me and I know that no amount of self reflection, genuflection or intense inspection could rid me of this trait. I see it in those around me as well, for they are but man. Even my words betray myself. "for they are but man" What is greater and more powerful than man? A group of man? However I cant see that this power we all hold can be defined in mass and volume alone. I have met many a man that seemed inhumanly strong, but lacked the true power of the mind that a child is born with. How do we lose this power. This neuroplasticity? The soft flexable fiber of our minds must slowly temper with exposure to the flames of mass mined hysteria and bottled personality. Anyway this does not matter it is simply specualtion.