Been awhile since I've done one of these.

I don't know about you, but my daydreams are decidedly Beethoven influenced.

The beauty of the Azores. Lajes is home and I love to come home to my familly but also for this.

gcse photography

"river of flames"

Pen. 

I actually laughed out loud when I read the tiny story so I had to draw something :D

SINGLE page contribution to videotroph's: The hitRECord Manifesto collaboration...

* (8x12) High Resolution...

I wanted to give the piece more of a handmade feel.  Does it work?!!  
(Symbols traced/hand drawn by tori --- thank youuuu.  x)

<3

New Zealand

Loved RJ's "Epochonus" text REC...and then I got playing with GarageBand loops...and then I had a glass of wine...and then..well, yeah.

<3

Rusted words on a silver plate 

 Served to me with a thread of fate 

 I'm sitting with the madness whose faces I wanted to hide  

Wait in vain for the whiskey priest 

 He's busy choking on his mid-day yeast 

I'm sweating out the Nile alone in the waiting room 

Doubts and fears are relentless and loud 

 I'm just an outlaw in the in-law crowd 

I'm trailing empty spaces waiting for somebody

Not anybody, gotta be you

High and feasting on the August spice

My fortune lies in the throw of the dice

His curled lips are smiling, putting my faith to the test

Chances shrinking in the dying light

Shadows moving in to start a fight

I feel it in a rhythm the pressure is starting to soar

Doubts and fears are relentless and loud  I'm just an outlaw in the in-law crowd 

I'm trailing empty spaces waiting for somebody

Not anybody, gotta be you

Dusty bones of a lover's bed

Leaking words that I left unsaid

The candlewax is dripping, my hours are falling away

My broken mouth is teasing rhymes

Poisoned heartache and a vicious crime

I'm spreading rumours, arriving late  With rusted words on a silver plate.

Doubts and fears are relentless and loud  I'm just an outlaw in the in-law crowd 

I'm trailing empty spaces waiting for somebody

Not anybody, gotta be you

in my mind everybody's equal.

life is like a movie, but there ain't gonna be a sequel.

one thing that's cool though, every single day

you get to choose which part you're gonna play.

IMAGINE: just when you thought you were a zero,

now you've come to learn that you have always been the hero

with the power to ward off any danger

by the brave act of simply helping out a stranger

tragic comedy looking for some action

you'll cause more drama if you forget about compassion

and remember if god is the director

the galaxies are like dancing dust in the light of a projector

there seems to be some confusion with the plot

it got all twisted into something that it's not

the antagonists are always winning

linda blair, exorcist, head spinning

you feel your heart drop right into your gut

you try to stay in character 'til somebody yells "cut!"

the odds are stacked as you try to attack

you can't quite figure out what's been holding you back

paralyzed by fear as your enemy draws nearer,

but when you see 'em, it's like looking in the mirror

then all at once, you know exactly what to do

Girl's version of my Ocularis shirt.

My idea was to illustrate literally the time travel in their minds. They are the same couple. When their song began to play, they are young again.

Here's another contribution to re: Independence. Also to Re: Work. I don't get paid for this, it's volunteer work. But still hard work!

A few notes on this.

1. The music makes this entire thing. Seriously. I could have recorded an old shoe, used this music, and it would have seemed like the most majestic thing ever. :)

2. Yes, the ideal situation is total independence from humans. However, that's not always the case. Some birds are non-releasable. Havoc is one such. He was rejected from his nest, and has avian pox. (Hawk food for sure.) The choice in that case comes down to euthanasia, letting them go back into the wild to die (sometimes slowly,) or just keeping them. If a bird is suffering, I'll usually choose to euthanize (after giving it a fair chance.) If it's not in any pain and can get by in captivity, usually I keep it. The robin you see flying off of my hand indoors was named Dana. She had a neurological disorder and was blind in one eye, but she did really well for about three years.

3. Each of these birds has a name and a story.

4. My aviary: Last year after the hurricane, the door became really weak. Before I got a chance to fix it, my neighbor's outdoor cat busted down the door and killed my birds. One of them I'd had for about five years, the other two were set for release. About 50% of the birds I get are injured by cats. A few of them make it, but when they don't, it's a horrible, gruesome death. Sure, this is natural predation, but there are so many cats outside that they're running the bird population into the ground. People, keep your goddamn cats inside. And spay and neuter those bastards.

5. I resourced some of my own stuff that I used in here, in case anyone wanted to use it for anything. I hope that's not tacky. :)

6. I should really invest in some makeup. 

7. Havoc is about to molt. He looks like someone put him in the dryer.

LydiaSaskia's totally rad illustration! i want it. so i put it on a tanktop. woot.

Beat only.  Added some compression

as i wander, i wonder and ponder

about wounds and hearts rent asunder

i will no longer pander to this world

as i roam here and yonder

i shall come unwound, and wind my way back

to that place of wonder.

- by saintmaker

Monika Dekowska's "Birds world #8" on a sunshine tanktop :) happy summer ^__^

PNG file with alpha channel (hopefully)...

my illustration for Matt Conley's  'Avid Reader' tiny story.  

Wear to the tune of "Intergalactic."

Chuck Norris cartoon version

Niko wrote this in a card he and inky sent to me about a month ago, but I'm pretty sure he would want to say this to everyone. <3

stay awesome, guys.

ps- i've posted this everywhere so sorry if you've seen this once or twice or a billion times.

Here's another remixed tune for you guys to enjoy!

Very dope beat, Thank you Matt for the space...Kenneth Masters Is fresh.

OK, so I have been really inspired in the past few days by things that are going on in the world. OWS, Internet Censorship, going back to Libya, Egypt...more than anything I am really pleased to see our generation [who so many have labelled as uninterested in politics and current affairs] rising up, expressing their beliefs, fighting for justice and freedom. 

This is a marching song, I want you to join in! I imagine lots of people clapping, stomping, chanting, playing along.

I see fire, blood and cold

I see the tidal wave of a thousand souls

Corruption, destruction, horror and hate

But I also see the ones who want to change our fate.

You speak of violence but think again

'Cos that's a dirty fingerprint on freedom's name

I hera the sirens, the words on my tongue,

Belief has take over and change has just begun

Let it never be said that we didn't try,

We fought though truth was hidden from the public eye

In this crowd of millions I'm a nameless face,

But my eyes see revolution that is taking place.

There is a movement, there is a drum

Of ten thousand heartbeats singing as one

We are the courage, we are the light,

To stop wrong in its tracks and reclaim right.

Dust and shadow, settled and flown,

Through struggle and setback we are not alone

This is not a statement, this is a call

To rescue freedom and break down the walls.

Let it never be said that we didn't try,

We fought though truth was hidden from the public eye

In this crowd of millions I'm a nameless face,

But my eyes see revolution that is taking place.

An idea that has been floating around..slowly making my way through Malicore's entire Funky Album...<3

A slightly less dark remix of the Man in the Herringbone Hat..think Mack the Knife..grim story, funky tunes.