Devious Journal Entrythere is no space for you, for you, you individual haphazard, arrangement of keys long expired.
you are expired milk, you are an angel's bedridden woes, 3 a.m night hawks seeking the next blue stream. where blue rivers run, i am dry hearted picture frames holding specks of dust and other unidentifiable things.
now life is an origami crane rotating on itself, or a double staged play with actors on each side swapping roles and lines until everything dissolves borders and the audience scatters with their own tragedy.
now many things are overdue and its years condensed in images and follies lay beside you in sleepless nations waiting to be held, by arms cradling the burning flags.
i met a girl who wandered across life searching for her 7-year-old dream and found it in boston square, and another who wanders and is still wandering down there where the river streams.
ha ha HAdrag out the hailing smoke
it goes far into archway.
those WAX SMOTHERE'D THE MOTHER OF THE BLOTCHED MEADOWS. NOW THE ARMSTRONG MAN SLASHED UP THE MOON, NOW IT'S PERPETUAL ITCH. NOW THE HUMOR IN THE WRAPPED UP GRAVE MUMMIFIED COMES SPRINGING FORTH IN EPISODES OF WAR. NOW THE VAULTS OF ARCHITECTURAL NIHILISM COLLAPSE IN DEPARTURE FROM THE STARTING POINT, END GOALS NO SUCH THING. COUPLED BIRDS WARP ANGULAR GARGLING GARGOYLES TO WITCHBOUND ECHOES.
playin artistic gamesin cerulean haze glowing fish tanks growing tailbones, inundation of the light waves bright and blundering, plunder my soul into casted shades of your once worrisome sorrow, burrow deep into me. where the warmth held still between legs thighs: entry stacks of hay, needles in your stomach. all the cells all the celluloids streaming along each other through membranes through transport teleportation, traveling talking softly.
i do not know how to translate this into visual candy into things my teacher will digest and spew out conversations lifting up the sky in our hands. a japanese garden full of smoke floats in my conscious cautiousness. precocious little birds eating up their own plump little bellies. pellets in my throat. pelvis on my pillow. blargh
squiggleyi heard the sunflower say that was her favorite color, i have a cotton gin mouth floating into a thousand eyes. coming down from the high that sine waved my formless parenthood, larval is the state beyond all else, chestnut wavy haired tree nymphs all giggling, blue eyes overwhelming the ocean into limitless sky borders with police crying teacup tears. from the shell was the wave, ocean convergence gazing over the water. ice age tremors evaporate testimonies plead plundering, waving flags dethroned, detached weekend willow whisked into heaven, burrowing deep into zeros. saw angel in checkers moving her queen, as the guards lowered their firm clarity and jumprope yelled, 'hello, child, take from my hand what was yours since always. rats fill my sorrowful burrows. igloos holding mischief only known to those hedgehogs harboring on winter's peeking tail. wave away the lightbulb whisking away the night. under the statement forgetting the threshold, finger fugitives yelling revelations, gett
snow highmoons in a trace above rooftops and Brueghel fractals
he comes home from trailing toolbox in hand
and the snowdust has started again. Traces of moon cluttering the skycorners
fury of white quiet. What was yesterday? And the night before?
Squirrels in tribes and younglings frolicking, we’re quiet & alone. Ampersands dissociative reasoning
Boot tops with snowtraced linens, blue glow in the dust tailed willows. Soft, hum.
It is reflected in pale haired wise children—we have grown an broken the seal, so drink up with the dusk, and hide the bottle in a suitcase under your bed of many nights dreams. The conversations are no longer insipid, but grown, just as the sheet thickens and constricts, we are the arteries of treachery and dawn, the bonesickening disease god did not make or need. We are the blue lanterns trailing into nonexistence and the int7uitive philosophy surfacing from lotus moonwater made of man, if it were not for Him I may be a drifter amongst a sea of Dante’
Devious Journal Entryin father’s dreamland where things travel in trajectory lines, liquid laundry smears dust on plexiglass reflecting wide-eyed widows, whose feathers have fallen. and fathers fallen too, a thousand eyes in caves sparkling in the afterworld of hell, of ecstasy diffused in blue liquid. of Panini presses in rome, in local delis 7am mornings burning your lips drinking instant coffee, sleep deficits creeping over your shadow like a thousand blinking eyes, all asking, where is god, where is the switch of a thousand years. where is the cosmic acceptance of death and the mourning i sought and longed for and hunted and made into mine own children, then miscarried to a seacreature’s dream, deliver, this child whose father is a million stars, burnt suns falling off the map of deceit, falling out of orbit the roundtrip of inverse zeniths. camera negatives undercurrent flowing, the drop of the iron gate, the water streams ongoing whisper. is it too late to love the dying, the decrep
exasperated tribute to zero, this is soupthe internet is hollow, now. table-cornered silence, chairs unfold such a divide.
the white race of concrete walls, the waters where wings dissolve. on the highway of love!
fighting the nonexistent war exigent in the head! ginsberg is dead by a thousand copies of poems stuck in bookshelves! the suburbs has forgotten how to breathe!
america and its cars & parking lots omnipresent: where will we bury our children!
thinning hair heightens the awareness of difference! corporate illusions! tarkovsky is mourning in his grave!
machines dressed in luxury! they all have their chins pointing to the heavens!
(the gates will not open for them until purgatory! )
we've dried up the salamander of the soul! you take what is not yours and declare war!
you fight god's tears with your machinery! you argue one-sided truths in a multidimensional universe! politicians on TV look like werewolves having sex with their own facial contortions! the macy's parade is a nation-wide conspiracy starring lies! lorca i
warmghostrungswarms of warm skin soft to the touch
a head of golden hair swims through my hands
when he takes off his shirt he is atlas, over and over and above
oh angel, why are you so lovely?
a haven of four days. we wandered through neighborhoods
loud ones, bad ones, hallucinogenic railways sank low beneath us
people came and wandered away, we stayed, for some hours
just whishwash, white bright commercial blur,
drank void-infested neon Eternity at timeless square, drank vodka in paper cups
smoked vapor of the city
saw floating city fries in glass domes
in medias res:
we train-dreamt all the way to the end
where the mono-units people call home are doves streaming
softly to the internet hum.
Devious Journal Entrya few too many unlit hours: you were an archangel from the softened pages of a gospel, a prayer of golden ash, a body of celestial underthings. when drifting to sleep your hands your palms are still open but it will not rain tonight, nothing of fate will fall into your silent nonsense or sweet nothings
your sweet nothings are words strung to a guitar loop of breakfast cereal, you weather the storm like any grown man would but in you i saw things that were not really there
i cannot be an angel with you any longer, you are earthbound with other wide-eyed prayers, planets
so maybe, rotate:
your palm is open and you take what is not yours, you ask too much of the rain
I should not be your rain or your bedridden angel
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(NEW RULES) May 2,000 points GIVE-AWAY! Hello my friends! Here we are again, doing a give away!
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Here come the rules! :
1- Make a NEW journal featuring this one with the title "2,000 points Give Away by SeviYummy"
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I’ve realized over the years that I can’t draw everything myself, and I’ve damaged my hands by trying to draw all of my comics on my own. My followers are always asking when the next chapter of Fisheye Placebo or Knite is coming out, and it always pains me to say not yet. I can’t draw for more than a few hours a day now before the pain sets in.
I’m still determined to finish the comics I started, but I know I’m going to need help. I’ve been dabbling in 3D backgrounds for Fisheye Placebo, but I still had to build them myself, which is very time consuming and damaging to my hands in different ways.
I’ve been thinking a lot and I want to move my comic creating techniques to the next level and incorporate both 3D characters and 3D backgrounds. I’m not the most skilled when it comes to 3D programs, and I don’t have the time or health to create all the models myself, so I am looking
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Updates as of October2009: Missing Halloween's story was created. Discontinued.
2010: Attempted to rework in 3D. Failed. Discontinued.
2013: Revived and started the animation production. Didn't reach Halloween. Hiatus.
2014: Resumed and held a contest. Didn't reach Halloween. Hiatus.
2015: Resumed. Missing Halloween didn't miss Halloween!
For the past month, me and Negyek were hard at work, day and night, to finish Missing Halloween. Later on, Procrastacat and VenBright were hired to give various voices for the ending scene. All of these are, of course, paid jobs, thanks to my Patreon supporters.
By November 29, the animation is officially done. All 8+ minutes of it.
The 'FNAF Sister Location' Anti-Hate RantOK, so everyone should have seen Scott's new teaser by now.
I was not going to write about this originally (so forgive me for rushing this journal), since I figured that literally everyone knows about the news by now, but the way people are announcing it and reacting to it disturbs me. I thought we were better than this, but I guess not.
Literally everywhere I go today, everyone I've seen is spamming memes like and saying that Scott is milking the series and beating a dead horse. Even people who have "left" the FNAF fandom and have decided to pop back in just to put in their discouraging, even hating, opinions. It's so bad, that I feel people are hating JUST because it has become cool to hate, as some kind of herd mentality.
Well guess what? It doesn't matter what anyone thinks! Scott is clearly going to do what Scott is going to do! The amount of hate th
30 Day OTP Challenge LIST ! ! ! !
On the following days, draw/write your OTP:
01 - Holding hands
02 - Cuddling somewhere
[Bullet; Green]03 - Gaming/watching a movie
[Bullet; Green]04 - On a date
[Bullet; Green]05 - Kissing
[Bullet; Green]06 - Wearing eachothers’ clothes
[Bullet; Green]07 - Cosplaying
[Bullet; Green]08 - Shopping
[Bullet; Green]09 - Hanging out with friends
[Bullet; Green]10 - With animal ears
[Bullet; Green]11 - Wearing kigurumis Kigurumi
[Bullet; Green]12 - Making out
[Bullet; Green]13 - Eating icecream
[Bullet; Green]14 - Genderswapped
[Bullet; Green]15 - In a different clothing style (Visual Kei, gyaru, lolita, ect. )
[Bullet; Green]16 - During their morning ritual(s)
[Bullet; Green]17 - Spooning
[Bullet; Green]18 - Doing something together (this can be anything from watching tv to having sex. Just remember to tag appropriately.
How to get Popular as an Artist (EDIT)EDIT: Sooooo, this journal definitely proved my thoughts and point. Congratulations to myself, this is ironically my most popular journal on my DA.
NOW! I want to clear something first as many people seem to be mistaking and sort of bashing in the comments. People who do this type of content are not bad nor should be shamed. That is, if you really enjoy doing this type of content, there is nothing wrong drawing your favorite characters, wolves, cats, sexual content, tutorials, ect. (minus the drama... like seriously, this world needs less of that). I'm just a WEEE BIT tired of seeing young people and people that do art go straight into doing this because they get more noticed or this is the only way to get anywhere. They complain or abandon their passion/love that isn't 'oh so popular' (because it doesn't have advertisements/a pre-built fanbase, or a giant movie/tv show/game behind it) and move into something else that is trending just so they can be noticed. I know you want feedback.