Life is Short

Finally made it chums!!! We´re in Valencia!! Still 5 days or so till we actually move into our snoozie 9 bedroom house but still... we´ve made it thus far! Kool no? Anyways. I dont know how often I´ll be on within the next 5 days (apparently there´s intrnet but I dont have a computer I can just use on a whim) And after that, once we finally move into the house, only God knows when we´ll have internet, but thats what happens when you move eh? I´ll update when I get the chance. Till then, toodles... and keep us in your prayers.

Life might be like a box of chocolates (though i seriously have my doubts about that), but sex IS like a bag of pipas. You know why?? (btw, pipas are sunflower seeds, for all you uninitiated unenlightened foolish "dont-eat-pipas" type people out there)
You see, with pipas, when you first start out, at the very beginning, it seems they're impossibly over-rated, and very difficult to eat. You botch it more times than you actually get it right, and unless you humble yourself enough to ask the right way to do it, you may very well never get it right. But thats where asking a veteran pipa-eater how to properly eat pipas comes into play: they tell you, and sometimes even show you (dont start calling me a pervert... really, I promise I'm not) how to do it. Now even after the veteran's pipa-eating class, it may still take you a while to get it right. But eventually, if you dont give up, you'll realize that pipa-eating has become easier and easier for you, until it becomes second nature to you, and you'll become known for your superior pipa-popping skills, and the more you eat them, the more you get hooked, till you wonder how you could ever do without them. (Some individuals get sooo hooked that they have to eat them day and night or they go psycho) Neat hu?

This empty soul
That I call my own
This one that wants to be free.
The one that wants to
Leave the ground and grow wings.

This empty soul
That wants to feel
But in denial rejected his love
And after a time
Forgot it all

This empty soul
That burns like a brand
forgetting never soothes the pain
Its hanging there
Just out of reach, again.

This empty soul
It´s froze like ice
Fears the tear that´d melt its core
It fears because
It´s happened before

This empty soul
That shakes in fear
Scared, alone, and in the dark
Secretly longing for
Some infintesimal spark

This empty soul
That yearns to climb
Higher than the mountain peaks
But fears the wind
Bars what it seeks

This empty soul
That wants to leap
Off the cliff of broken dreams
But fears the world
Will hear its screams

This empty soul
That wants to lie
Alone in its insanity
But fears the end in
Beguiled humanity.

My atempt at copying a pic of the guy who plays in "Step Up"... never really got finneshed but I still like it.. (Excuse the black smudges on the pic... they were inside a plastic folder that had been stained... didnt notice till after)
A sketch for the final that ended up BEING the final... just some foolishness, atempting to use pastels... I have no idea what im doing in that respect so bear with me.

Another atempt at pastels... there ARE quite a few mistakes, sadly... i atribute that to the fact that I have very little patience for pieces that take longer than 15 minutes to complete... Amazingly enough i kept my concentration for ages on this one.... An oldish piece that I never got to post... one of my "self portraits", heh... tho i think it came out kinda good. I do best with pencils and deep shaddows... lol

justin from Death at a Funeral.
makes me laugh... heh

Here´s the start of it...

And here´s the end...

Now, if you REALLY want to see more... u can see all the in between ones here

wonderfully hilarious...
Vicks... im sure you´ll apprciate this... ahem