Okay, let me see.

So I'll be posting the first OFFICIAL preview for my graphic novel up here in....give or take.....one week. It's a one page of select panels from the first 80 pages.

And I'm also going to be compiling all the comics I have ever done at my horrifically boring job, and will be making a book out of them, and the cover of it (which is already done) will be up here in the next few weeks, all I have to do is send the little buggers (all 300 pages of them) out to someone to see about publishing. Then there's art to hang in City Hall with my close friends! Then there's the gallery showing I got in February! Then there's the possible graphic design job in CT! ARGH! JOY! STRESS! EROTICISM!! Stay tuned!! Stay magic! Stay balanced like a trapeze swinger!!

I'm going on day three of no sleep due to my own novel's Love Affair with my eyes, and the sudden burning realization.

How many people out there are playing old DeathCab For Cutie songs while they break up with their significant others in high school stairwells, with rain outside and a sports jacket on!!??




ugh

There's less classes for me, and if today is any indication, I'm gonna pile drive through art like Wolverine on that rope bring in that one M-Rated AMAZING game. We got a new schedule of comics for Cali, we got one piece down for my gallery showing in February, we got one fourth of my graphic novel DONE and inked, and we got a new workout that has seen explosive differences already. New piece coming soon based on the story below.

"The car's on fire and there's no driver at the wheel
And the sewers are all muddied with a thousand lonely suicides
And a dark wind blows
The government is corrupt
And we're on so many drugs
With the radio on and the curtains drawn

We're trapped in the belly of this horrible machine
And the machine is bleeding to death

The sun has fallen down
And the billboards are all leering
And the flags are all dead at the top of their poles

It went like this

The buildings tumbled in on themselves
Mothers clutching babies picked through the rubble and pulled out their hair

The skyline was beautiful on fire
All twisted metal stretching upwards
Everything washed in a thin orange haze

I said, "Kiss me, you're beautiful..
These are truly the last days"

You grabbed my hand and we fell into it
Like a daydream or a fever

We woke up one morning and fell a little further down
For sure it's the valley of death

I open up my wallet
And it's full of blood"

So let's see here. A schedule for the week of mid August:

New work schedule to give to the boss

Harangue California "publisher" about new comic due date

Oil painting

Gym

Graphic Novel (page 50)

Visit family

I was driving home in the rain with the art pieces we needed to hang for the German art exhibit....


....and I said "I LOVE you, Bella..."


...I'll always remember that...







At least I got to say it....