Book: My Port Folio

My art.

This is what I like or others have liked.

I was hoping this was a good start to putting together a portfolio.

Not all the work done was during college or art classes.

Most is on my own.

as I am mostly alone.

I want to be a serious art student

and always a student of art

I want my art to be taken seriously.

Here are my table of contents.

I must admit I did do everything in InDesign.

BORING but not bad.

Loathe the Computer

A bunch of my work can be found here: Zombie Love

I tell you there seems to be some issues.

Why doesn't this place let you upload your pictures with out it being torture?

I can't get three files to upload... 

My D's.  Or D's Nuts-

And My third Zombie Love is not loading... 

Hopefully the Red Zombie, and The Hearts and Zombies uploads.

These are just some graphic ideas for my company.  I sent the images to myself in the mail... 

Poor man copyright.  So don't steal from me.

Cause my ideas are never gonna see a grave.

Remember love sucks the life out of you.

Porn is good in a group setting.

I'm taking group aroma therapy classes.  

Nothing relaxes me more than the smell of sex. (preferably not dirty ho sex)

Fucking A.

I have nothing to say

So I steal my internet connection from one of my neighbors.

On occasion it is down.  It has been up and own for a week.  

I am posting this stuff late but I am doing it all.

I am frustrated with writing papers trying to relax and horrible case of loneliness.  

Who am I?

What am I doing?

Where am I going? 

What am I to become?

Here some letters.

I do this differently than anyone.  Why?

Is it not good?

Or is it just different?

Either way I am simply breathing and existing. 

There has to be more to life than the miserable damp cold apartment I never leave.

Perhaps I am losing what little of my mind I have left.

My Friends Band- Send them Money to Fix Their Van

East Coast Rockers

West Coast Bobbers

Look at this Band

Sarah Palin and the family was over the other day at my friend Bob's house who has a few kids. So we get a drinking some white-lightening and shootin' off all the guns and such.  Meanwhile her husband and the ladies were a carvin' pumpkins and so than while secret service were switching duties or taking a piss or whatnot we got Sarah to play in Bob's boy's tank.