This is Halloween! This is Halloween!

Have a very Merry Christmas everyone (or whatever you celebrate this time of year)!!!!!

Advil Liquigels

I eat them like Tic Tacs when I get killer headaches.

Look alive sunshine....

"....so remember, even if you're dusted, you may be gone,
but out here in the desert, your shadow lives on without you...."

You're gonna see a little more "me" on this blog.

I promise to keep my pants on.

You've just entered the twilight zone, bitch!

And I'm not talking about your precious preteen vampire bullshit!

Summertime

Went to the movies.

Went to the beach.

Went to work.

Went to parties.

Hung out with friends.

Hung out with myself.

School starts in less than a week.

Let me see what I can squeeze into that time.

OH NOOOOOES!!!!

I haven't posted anything in a week!!!!!!

Won't someone please think of the children?!?!?

9 Hour Slumber

The best sleep I've had in months.

Followed by a trip to Sandy Hook with good friends.

Spent the day swimming,

Staring a beach babes,

Looking for baby crabs,

Staring at a fish,

Reading Scott Pilgrim Gets It Together

And most of all

Laughing with friends.

Bought a new pair of trunks and a t-shirt.

That also being the first time I've every went shopping in Target.

Even collaborated on a page of random drawings

With Elias (http://elias-s-jimenez.blogspot.com/).

Got home and one of my other friends sent me some songs from the

Get Him to the Greek soundtrack

As a reward for submitting my Instigatorzine spot illustration on time.

And afterwords I went to radiomaru.com and found the new

Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World trailer

And I loved every moment of it.

Today was the first great day I've had in a long time.

And I loved every moment of it.

Instigatorzine Spot Illustration and the Makeshift Light Box

a spot illustration i did for a poem in the upcoming issue of instigatorzine.

http://www.instigatorzine.com/

this is probably the first time i ever utilized the time i was given to do a project properly rather than waiting for the last minute.

starting from the bottom picture going up, the first two pics are just preliminaries.

i like sketching on photoshop first before drawing with pencil and finishing in photoshop. it's like i work backwards only to propel myself forward.

had to figure out how to trace over the sketch without having to press the white paper HARD on top the taped up pile of tracing paper thinking that i'm tracing only to realized i just drew a bunch of imagined or misplaced lines.

i didn't want to have to ride the bus to njcu just to use a light box so i made my own using a plastic lid from a chinese food container and a mini flashlight that i got from an njcu open house. i had to force it to stay on by taping the button down.

it worked.

after penciling, i digitized.

i simplified the wedding couple not because i was lazy, but because i wanted to deliver this idea that the love shared with a (happily) married couple in that one apartment created an energy that remained there even after they left. before the home got demolished. it doesn't matter what kind of people or who exactly were living there, which is why they look so ghost-like. instead, i just wanted to let the viewer know that people once lived in that demolished property that there IS significance in the things that get thrown away.

i couldn't decide what color i wanted the people so i made two variations.

the end.

epilogue: i'm kinda proud of this piece because this is the first illustration i actually started and finished in soooooo long.........

tldr.

I was watching Back to the Future

I then found myself thinking about Bill and Ted

And realized that there hasn't been any new

Iconic time machines

In over two decades.

What's the deal with that?

Unless of course,

Someone decides that the

Hot tub

Is the next contender.

Still haven't seen that one yet btw.

Craig Robinson for president.

so i went haywire today

ummmm...... yeah. i guess i stared at this a little too long.

zingers are red twinkies.

This sweetness will not be concerned with me.

Have a happy Saturday!

So some asshole starts picking on me

On the internet of all places.

Using that as a way to hide.

Pussy.

With so many assholes like him

existing, is it really that strange to

hate most people?

And I really wanted to tell him

how he looks like a tall, Spanish

Dracula reject

and how the difference between him

and every other vampire

is that they suck blood,

not dick.

Unfortunately though

the original poster was trying hard to

break up the fight before it got worse

so I held back out of respect.

So I used his name as a character

that dies in one of my scripts

and the main character shows

absolutely no remorse

and informs his friend that

the same dude's girlfriend

is now "up for auction."

Sometimes, I like being a fucked up asshole.

Recently read this graphic novel called Local

Had a Forest Gump feeling afterwards.

I understood the story had to end

but I still want to know what happens

in the rest of the character's life.

Does she finally stay put?

Does she get up and go like usual?

Does she find true love?

Does she encounter someone from

any of the other Local chapters

that she left before?

What about her cousin and her brother?

It was such a good book and yes the story is

resolved but I still feel like I've been left hanging.

Oh! Btw, this is for a spot illustration for

Instigatorzine.

Just progress.

Decided to document the progress rather than

springing up the final at the last moment.

I just noticed that I still write a lot.

So I had this cool idea

and I fucked it up.

so I resorted to abstraction.

the money shot: the random mixture of colors and lines

block out the bottom half of the letter c in fact

making the word look like fart.

i like that lollipop.

when you start finding cool things

you find yourself using them.

in my case it's multicolored pens and girly pics.

btw girls have buttholes that don't function.

which is why they don't poop.

it's a useless body part.

like male nipples.

trust me.

i'm a cartoonist.

because this blog didn't transition entirely to a literary one

doodles, doodles, doooooodles, i made you out of clay.....

i also took advantage blogger's new design feature! i think it's relevant.

on cutting a tree

i am the axeman

driving the wedge

into my head

and spilling the dirt.

crack my chest

and pull out the weeds.

it's hard to scream

when your mouth is

a knothole.

i become

a wooden shell.

hollowed.

chip myself apart

by dropping on my axe

and turning into mulch.

trying to be a lumberjack

but i was always a splinter.

no more eggs.

so for this diversity stride art show i was painting a pic with more eggs. but then i realized how bad it was. it also helps when your mentor struggles to have your back on this one and two of your good friend straight up tell you to stop and do something better.

Dinge

dust.

dry hands.

boxes.

boxes on the ground.

boxes on a pallet.

boxes on a conveyor belt.

boxes from a truck

in the shape of a box.

cardboard cuts my dry hands.

the blood becomes my moisturizer.

the boxes pile up.

the boxes crowd around.

applies pressure on my patience

but not on my wounds.

the blood spills.

the boxes pile high.

the dust gets compressed.

fills in every space.

fills the gaps between boxes.

fills the gaps between eyes and lids.

it burns to see.

to see these boxes pile over.

to see the blood fill the room.

swimming in my blood

i almost drowned

but the conveyor belt is my raft.

the pallets are vessels.

the boxes become pirates.

the dust keeps compressing

and we fight in the fog.

i wash my eyes out with blood.

not from this ocean

but from my everspilling hands

that keeps filling the room

thickening the fog

and drowning the pirates.

the ceiling gets closer.

death from above.

it takes no side.

the raft capsizes.

the pirates sink

and i'm holding my breath.

and as i bleed

my blood

my patience

my hope

the ceiling breaks

the roof collapses

and i breathe.

i lay on my back

as i flood this town.

not tears from my burning eyes.

not sweat from my dry skin.

i float away.

a bottle

passed in circles

like the whore that she is.

she's disgusting by nature

so she puts on her face

in a fancy bottle

to imitate happiness

that we can hold in our hands.

she glosses her lips

and deodorizes her stench

with soda and lime.

she looks so pretty and inviting

though she's so bitter at heart.

the ice that floats around her body

glistens her chill.

who would have thought

that something that shines so bright

could feel so cold?

she freezes our mouths with hers

as we kiss her repeatedly.

she deceives us by burning our throats

like the whore that she is.

she numbs us.

otherwise

we'd feel the pain

from the glass on her lips.

we forget who we are

or what we're doing

we forget that we hate ourselves.

the only way we can ever look good

is by destroying our livers.

but the beauty is only temporary.

the damage is eternal.

we drop all our cares

and live in the moment

or sometimes

die in the ignorance.

she leaves us with headaches.

every sound we hear

makes us regret even meeting her.

she's so wet

and though we lap up all her juices

we're the ones left with dry mouths.

she makes us feel

as if we matter

so we take all that we can

from her

until she's gone.

until

yet again

we are left with nobody

but ourselves.

until she's just an empty shell.

until she's just

a bottle.

Fuck.

that's all for today.

shitty image for a shitty magazine that wasn't used.

so i'm posting this shit here.

fuck my life.

just fuck it.