It occurred to me along my long and windy road to finally seeing things in all the ways they are, that there's something circulating through me 'bout the place I've grown up in. Something a lot like Central North America and its culture seems to have ingrained itself into my process of functioning. Not that I'm stating anything outlandish here, but it's brought me to an appreciation for a form of art that's formed internally. Subconsciously? "Along the road". It's more Western in appearance, anyway, and I'm trying to shed the drastic hue of Japanimishizledy-long-time-in-the-works and it just won't leave me.

It's a slight alteration, you see, because a lot like American-or-whateverthefuck artwork, the Japanese artwork when we speak in terms of the drawing of people ALSO tries to mimic the human form when operated. Imagine that. AcTually, you probably already did while reading the sentence before.

You get what I mean, yada yada, maybe the eyes will be similar since I don't delve into detail 100% of the often, if I'm going to be drawing a comic book for example.

And here's where someone might freak out.

I'm also completely against the child pornography a bunch of 40-year-old preteens like to wallow around in during the lazy morning hours and up until the nighty-night times when some innocent childhood dream might be forgotten and perhapsipossiprobably was cut loose from by some nutty extraction of the same hellish notion that's got you all tied so worthlessly together, already dead and decomposing.

Love.

The cure for child pornography, if only you'd let it seep into the pores and veins caked in glucostarch and blanketing you amidst the sweat that pours, frantic to rid your organic Earth-sprung values and ideals and flesh and bones and blood from the nests they build and the cages they lead you into telling you "Everything and Nothing, you see, are both the same thing" and thus your binding is your freedom. You wish. And that wish is forgotten again.

Have you seen your last day? Have you wished you'd only found something your whole life you threw away, one something to complete the life you must now release? Love.. to be known.. to be appreciated.. reciprocated.. loved.....

.. when did love become something only known to me?

Perhaps I'm all that's known to eternity.

kids, stop the child porn. K? srslynow. eww. heheheh.. no. >_>