the days start to blur together

and Sydney looms.

My production wains as I try to clean and pack and make sure I am at least as prepared as I can allow myself to be for this ridiculous move.

her fingers tickle my ribs as i slide out of the mud..
..

zomb-cock

yes so i ran out of fucking room to put the IE in zombie because i'm a goddamn loser who sucks at text.

sometimes

sometimes i wonder if the only way to forget you, and everything else, would be if something as wild and silly as this happened.
something so apocalyptic and immediate and explosive that it would wash everything into black. silly thoughts. ones i always know id regret in the moment. but.. it's nice to transfer them to paper, i suppose.

alone

god... damnit.

freebord tshirt design submission

pink blood tastes better

these pens on this paper don't seem to translate to digital well when scanned. dunno. could be the scanner. could be my being bad at color level adjustments. bleh.

copic air guitar bullshit

i don't know

still

<3

A luminescent robot charms an old god on a bridge.

So there's this fantastic website for concept artists that my great friend Riana linked me to, which pitches random scenarios to you for quick speed painting practice. As it's 6am and we're both online chatting and sketching we figured we'd change shit up and sketch some of that shit.
So the above statement was what I got, haha. Was fun!

hah, just noticed.

more posts in the last 2 months than the last 3 years combined.
..breaking my heart = profit?

anyway. where were we.

ah yes.

Removal, and a moving of wheels

People are so disappointing

how's this for coping?

told you i'd draw a rat

2nd Commission for Cupid Falls

if you're in a band and sometimes you guys think about putting shitty art on shirts to sell to people.. email me.

Commission for Cupid Falls

getting it out of the system again

wouldnt be drawing this bullshit if it didnt have to fucking crop up again. fucks sake.
/sighs/
on to other things.
i think i'll draw something about rats after i get this commission out of the way.

throwing up moon rocks

i was surprised last night.
You'd think that if someone told you to disappear and feel better about it, that they'd do the same.

oh well. scrubbing the dirt off.

tribal horseshit.

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Or i could say what I've been saying for weeks?

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More evening penwork tonite at jacobs

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Everyday I tell myself.. Don't check today

But I do.. And it's always the same message.. ..no message.

if my team cant keep me up when i'm addressing more important matters...

bleed reworked

oh baby, bay baby baby..

[all of it is]

i used to dream of the moon

but i was never a cold one.
a burning death is far cooler.

tearing up old letters tonite

liars are best forgotten.
and i'm so sick of finding them.
a doe is better. i'll watch it from the other side of the river.
and drift away.

creeping back in, under your skin.. you know i'm still there

under the surface

something i want to go over later

holding onto her antlers

old resurfacing images.

not everything is a masterpiece

i think i am proof of that.

......

..

what to do

nothing absolutely wrong or terrible in specifics triggered this returned unhappyness. i mean. the end result feels wrong. it feels bad i guess. but it's only because it had to be taken away. it wasn't anything like anything else. i just lost it. it's still there. still beautiful. the smiles and the perfection are all there. it's just behind a very, very thick veil. and i have no capacity to pull that veil away anytime soon. how positively unfair this world is.

it would usually be at about this point in the evening that as my shoulders slipped back into depression, i would be reminded, and it would be okay. that that is gone, is fairly horrifying to parts of me.

but journals only do so much, i guess.


inspired, and uninspired tonite.



hopefully leaving this pathetic excuse for a city behind me will aid in discarding the rotten flesh that is all of these bad, bad, memories.
.

some quick ink zombies

tools for fools

where honest, dirty girls, and cocks with horns come from.
Felt like posting a picture of the pens i use

so long, i'll see ya

well. Moving to Sydney. And onto a new sketchbook too.

Ticket is booked. Sydney is the new home as of July. Pretty awesome eh?
And as posted below on card was the back end of another A7 sketchbook sooo onto another.
Pumping out the ladies now. It's great fun, and addictive! I CAN ONLY GET BETTER DAMNIT.

Shit is getting sorted out for shirts. It IS happening. The world will finally actually rock. Just give it time.

Also, finally bothered to get around to checking out the latest Beastie Boys album. Highly recommend. <3

~ Mike

ahh kool keith you inspirational loon

feal yo

silently

good to go

Slight page update

Chucked up an email notification subscription so if you like what you see but know that you'll forget to ever come back.. there is now that as an option.

At least I understand, right?
idunno.

Also chucked up a link to my new freelanced.com profile, something I should've probably joined a long time ago. Hopefully something comes out of that. Hopefully I'll produce some more work tonite, anyway, hm?

All this new dubstep is quite inspiring.... wubwubwubwubwubwubwub...

more

eufrath colored

eufrath again

eufrath

The Joker

absolute, furious, and final.

still burning

aaand colored

what i imagine hed look like after finally capping that fucking crow

dying