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After a million years of not posting, it’s time to get some more of my art up! Don’t forget, you can also find me here: http://guardianofthesword.deviantart.com

Well, that’s it for today…all done digitally in Photoshop CS2!

Elderly Woman and Three Corpses

I know it’s been a while (ok, helluva long time) since my last post, but here is an article I found extremely curious and ‘crimsonie’, from last year:

CHICAGO (Reuters) – An elderly woman has been living with two skeletons and a badly decomposed body of her siblings in a suburb of Chicago, one of whom may have died at least 20 years ago, authorities said on Saturday.

The remains were found covered by sheets in various parts of the house in Evanston on Friday but no foul play was suspected.

Authorities said one of the siblings was last seen alive in the 1980s, the second in 2003 and the third in May.

The woman living in the house, described as “upwards of 90 years of age,” was cooperating in the investigation and was taken to a facility for care.

Authorities, who did not release the names of the deceased, said a care worker had alerted them to the situation. Autopsies were due to be performed on Saturday.

(Reporting by Jim Marshall; Editing by John O’Callaghan)

Well that’s just lovely…there’s nothing like having you’re whole rotting family on the sofa watching telly with you.

Now there’s a thought…how far would you actually go to preserve memories of your family and to stop loneliness eating at you?

Ol’ Mikey

Wow….what a shock that was.

I heard it from my sister, she told me a friend of hers had received an alert on his mobile with the news, but I didn’t really believe it. It was later on the telly that I discovered it was true!!!!!

I’ve been a Michael Jackson fan since I was 5 YEARS OLD! He was supposed to be the man I would marry! My mum had recorded one of his concerts on video, and I would watch almost everyday and jump around to his music (better than the crap for kids nowadays). I purchased tapes (yes, CASSETTES) of his albums and I know almost every song off by heart….So it’s heart-wrenching knowing he’s gone…especially mere moments before his last tour ever. It’s sad to see him go…and he wasn’t even that old…

Now, one thing I absolutely DETEST about all of this is the gushing….everywhere! On the news, on entertainment channels, newspapers, magazines…every show on a global scale is babbling on about how great he was, how he’ll be sorely missed blah blah blah….

RUBBISH.

All the media cared about BEFORE his sudden departure was lumping all the stories and rumours of scandal on him, seeking opportunities to make him appear eccentric and absurd, and ridiculing his appearance (well, he didn’t look too great either). That amounts to sky high levels of stress…

And now that he’s dead…oh the admiration, oh the wonder, the awe…let’s dedicate an entire day to this marvellous man…The dedications, the homage paid to this idol who has suddenly been showered with nothing but praise since he kicked the bucket.

Where was the praise when he needed it? They had to kill him first to let the world know it still loves Michael Jackson?

Pathetically hypocritical…

For what it’s worth ol’ Mikey…I always loved you. Bye-bye.

Human

A poem I submitted for a writing competition which earned a special mention…I had to recite it! *fear of crowds*

Why do we fight?
Why must man defend himself
Against Man?

Our history is a Holocaust
The present is a condemnation
And the future is a sentence

Conflict, clashes, chaos
Confusion, an enemy
Crime, an affinity

Human against human
Heart against heart
Blood against blood

The reign of Terror
The death of Man
The extinction of Integrity

A pity, such a pity
How we must save ourselves
From ourselves

A war never ends
It is ruled by fear,
And we are fearful creatures

Her Name was Death

Something I submitted for a short story competition…

She glared at them with disdain. Humans. Vile, filthy creatures. Petty and insignificant, trivial and weak. Vermin.

It was such a pleasure to reap in their lives….to exterminate them like the pest they were. Such a pleasure to gaze perversely into their glassy eyes void of sight as she pulled the souls from their clutches. Souls that were rightfully hers and wasted on the deplorable mass that infested the Earth.

She was Fatal. She was Power. She was Fear. She was everything a human would desperately try to escape from. They would kill, experiment, humiliate and retaliate…anything to avoid the inevitable.

But life wasn’t like that. Life was Death. She was death. And they lived to die. But unfortunately others repopulated the empty spaces. Which just gave her more to hate and more to destroy.

It amused her…the measures they took to prolong their petty existence. Hospitals, drugs, research and all the useless means to buy themselves more time. What time? There was no time. Time was their invention as an aid for creating length in their lives, and the only purpose it had was to prepare them for death. The simple birth of a child automatically signalled its demise, there was no other meaning to life. A mother killed her child merely by giving birth to it. Why didn’t humans realise this? It would make things much easier for her. Not that she disliked stealing back her precious souls…

“Dear? It’s time to go into the dinner hall…today we’re serving your favourite, beef stew.”

She looked up at her nurse. At the round, cheerful face that she loathed so profoundly. She would have like to claw those bright eyes out, if she hadn’t been heavily sedated or tied down. She let herself be released from her bindings and guided to the dinner hall by her merry little carer. As they entered she glared at all of the white-clad beings sitting at the tables. Despicable creatures, all of which had been committed to that madhouse and for the same reason as she. But she didn’t belong there. They were mere murderers and psychopaths. She was no insignificant killer…she was Death!

The nurse sat her down and went to fetch food and medication. When she returned she chirped “Eat it all up my dear. Don’t forget that we only want to help you. It’s just not right for a nice girl like you to go around murdering folk.”

She glowered at the nurse ferociously as she left.

Human scum. Their time will come.

Tuomas Inspired

Well, since I didn’t really have anything to write, I opted for nice drawings instead. These days I can hardly find any inspiration (or the motivation need to actually finish something) so the best thing for this is: To NOT START ANYTHING. Voilá.

It actually saves a lot of time.

So this, yes…what is this? My most recent. Well, I was fascinated by a music video from Nightwish, Sleeping Sun which I watched here featuring, for a total of around five minutes, the awe inspiring Tuomas, who plays keyboard in the band. Yes, he is dressed as a Crusader and yes, he does look a bit like Jesus. I was captivated by the pose and that, plus a great song playing to add to the mood, made me shoot off and zip back with a pencil and paper. Ah wait no, I lie.

I drew this in some class while some teacher droned on and on about….something.

This pic was drawn by ME (don’t steal) and it can also be found at my second home here at deviantArt

It’s also purchaseable….hint hint hint.

Salutationssss

Hmmm….

Never blogged before…it’s a strange feeling, like having people poke their noses into your diary, but on purpose. Let me just savour that…

Mmmm…oh yeah….

I’m new, shy and probably won’t get feedback at all for this post since it’s my first one, but anyway…

I can’t really think of anything to discuss right now (and staring stupidly out the window for inspiration doesn’t work much, hehehe) so I’ll leave it at that. Full stop.