New Fanart

Yeah, just me having fun drawing a dragon version of a character I find cool. Carry on.



Kurou copyright to Capcom.

Memories I Will Never Know

I awaken to the feeling of hands on my shoulders and back; warm hands not yet callused with age. Slowly, I begin to move with a slight groan, gently loping down a ramp and into the early morning.

We are walking through grass. I can feel the dew clinging to my legs, can feel the early morning mists still wrapping around my body as if that will protect them from the burning sun.

With a sudden bump, the grass changes to worn pavement, the surface still faintly radiating heat from the cars that pass in the night. I am brought to a halt, the hands shifting their positions on my frame. As always, I feel the welcome weight of someone on my back, their body warm and full of life not yet lived.

One gentle kick, and we are off into the morning's light. Once more, we are two parts of one whole, a boy and his bike out on a morning ride.

Guess What Week This Is....

It's National Cthulhu Week!

.... Oh come on, people! Don't be afraid to unleash your inner Lovecraftian fan! Join me in a week-long celebration of the Cthulhu Mythos. Join us in madness!

Or you could sit in your houses, completely oblivious of the horror around you. Preferably with an Elder Sign above your door, because only Lovecraft knows what's going to be happening this week!

Letting Go

Sometimes you have to let go of what you love, let go of it and throw it to the wild winds.

Yesterday, I realized that I'm without a sailboat of my own due to a lie, a trick of the tongue. I really liked that boat, wanted to fix it up as good as new, wanted to sail it until it fell apart past repair. It was a beautiful 14-foot racing boat, a bit wide in the middle, but steered like a dream. I had named it 'Selkie'.
Unfortunately, it was housed at my mother's house. I was under the impression that it was my boat, due to my mother and stepfather telling me that it was mine, due to the fact that I was the one fixing it, maintaining it, and sailing it.
Yesterday, I went to get what was mine, and was told that it never was mine, that what I had been told was all lies and illusion.

Sometimes you have to let go of what you love, and just let it slide away from you into the distance, never to be seen again.

I was cleaning out stuff from my room, and came across a collection of writings I wrote for a school project at the end of this past year. I read through it, and I've decided to subject you all to the horrid writing that lies within it.

'Knowledge'

To many people in this world,
It seems like knowledge of
Random facts takes
Precedence over having knowledge of feelings, or the workings of a
Child's mind.
I have seen this many times. Parents let the schools and the
Televisions teach their children,
Let the media shove facts down their
Throats.
I am victim of this, myself. I
Blockaded my feelings, rationalizing them as I would a
Scientific paper, cataloging instead of
Feeling.
Perhaps getting rid of the phony
Knowledge standards would clean up this
Mess.
Perhaps it's already too late, and I should just
Let go of my ideas of
Change, of reform.
Perhaps....


'People'

A million smiling sheep are watching me,
Taunting me with happiness.
A million brainwashed drones are greeting me,
Shaking my hand like limp fish.
A million eyes, glassy and dull.
A million limp handshakes.
Is all we are now?
Is there still culture to be found, or has the
Descent into decadence begun?
Are we dying as a race, letting our minds
Atrophy?
Are we waiting for some doctor to come and cut off the
Decay?

The human race has seen its days of
Glory.
We are falling, falling through the black shrouds of oblivion.
There is no future here.
We are destined to be
Extinguished.
Some part of me hopes it will happen within my
Lifetime.




'Secrets'

Secret dreams.
Secret wants.
Secret desires.
You have them, I have them too.
It is part of being human, I think, to want to be more than you are.
Some deny that part of them, creating unfed monsters.
Some try to become their dreams.
Some of us, well, some of us don't dare to dream anymore.
Some of us are too afraid to, too afraid of what others will do to our secrets if we let them
Out of our grasp.
Some of us only dream when we're alone, for fear of being laughed at.
Some of us have given up on our dreams.
I wish that I could be what I dream of.
I wish I could be different.
I wish that I could take the form of the people I write about, and live as them forever.
I wish I could do what my characters can, to heal without scarring, to change their skin.
I want to be more than human.
My species disappoints me. I don't want to be human anymore.
Let me go.
Let me live my life as a different soul.

On the Subject of Hagfish

It has come to my attention that some of you don't have a clue what a hagfish is. Consider yourselves lucky.

Hagfish are nasty little fish that act kind of like lampreys. They have no jaws; instead possessing a rasping mouth that scrapes away flesh from dead things that sink to the ocean floor. Did I mention that they eat pretty much only dead things? No? Well, they are the ones you will find swarming over a dead whale on the sea bottom; twisting themselves into knots trying to tear off chunks of flesh. They survive tying themselves into knots because of the production of a thick, slimy mucus that coats their skin. Great creatures, right?

Any questions?

Whilst At a Party....

A herd of cosmic
Shoggoths are grazing on
Raw plutonium, sipping the
Nectar of the gumdrops.
Around them, intestines of blue
Dreams are writhing and
Twitching, wrapping around
The souls of hidden dreamers
Like blue-jelly
Hagfish.