I ran into someone I use to know over the weekend. Perhaps not surprisingly, they still have the exact same life they did when I knew them last. I was with my best friend/business partner at the time (who in that time happened to get married and have a kid) and I showed her the piece I was working on at the time (a pinstripe piece with the TD custom graffix logo) told her that I was starting to have my writing published online (only a poem so far, because my short stories are too obscure), began designing for what will be our clothing line, and I've added an art gallery to my myspace page. Also, I'm starting on my backpiece this year (December 5th start date).

I find myself looking back on the past year and a half and as a result I really want to just pass out. From May last year to now I've seen Disturbed, Godsmack, System Of A Down, Tool, Stone Sour, Cradle Of Filth, Devildriver w/ Dimmu Borgir and Rush (that was my brother's idea, so don't rag on me) in concert. We also saw the Suicide Girls show and went to the Tattoo and Arts Festival. I've also kept up with my portfolio work, tried like a bastard to start my second book (the new story I'm working on is entitled "Fire Versus Water"), and continued to learn pinstriping. Never mind the fact that I've met, in my opinion, the only woman worth loving a few months ago (oh yeah, I was tattooed nine times in the last year and a half).

I realize that not everyone crams as much shit into a day as I do. But come on....do something.

...Fuckin' right. High five, anyone? Fine, here's some old artowork of mine. Enjoy.

"To find the time is to lose the momentum."

A hundred miles an hour with my head on fire. That's what it's felt like for the past few months. It's cool though, I'm getting alot of shit done. I'm starting to develop logo designs for both (what will be in the future) the custom paint shop I will be a part of, and an original apparel line. My partner and I also want to design tarot cards (one guess as to who is writing the book for it). Beyond that, still keeping up with the portfolio (tattoo/print design), I've gotten over my creative block with my second book (I don't care if the first one's finished, I'm still not looking for a publisher yet), and of course, pin striping.

It's been a Hell of a year already....And with the Dimmu Borgir concert a week and a half away and news of the next Calgary Tattoo Convention already up (September Labour Day Weekend, Roundup Center, if you want to know) it appears I aint slowing down for nothing....

Here's to praying I don't hit a radar trap.

I think the reason I haven't added anything here lately is because I've actually been thrilled to death. I tend to write when I'm pissed off, but everything's been going great...to top it all off, I just came back from a 2 1/2 hour tattoo appointment that I wasn't charged for, now my mermaid has more tattoos than alot of people I know (I've been hesitant about pictures because you never know if someone will take it to their tattooist and say "I want this"). But we'll see. I trust you guys (I think).

Love, luck, later. "Sin"cerely - Satan's Evil Twin.

P.S. - I've been addicted to myspace lately. Visit me and tell me what you think: www.myspace.com/satanseviltwin

The Wonderful Taste Of Concrete:

There's something to be said for hitting the wall. Lately I've discovered a rebirth of sorts as an artist. With the taste of cement in my mouth and the blood running free into my eyes, I sat against said wall, contemplating. Who am I doing this for? Though the people on the list are important, it doesn't change the fact that I had lost my own drive in the process. Seeing the problem for what it was through the crimson haze, I decided that although I would continue in the same vein, at the same speed, I would be doing it for the person I originally intended, me.

I'm starting to wonder what it must be like for other people. People who are not creative, people who have no artistic vision of their own. Is it worth it? I suppose if one would be content in that sense, than I have no place to say otherwise, but still...the thought lingers.

Speaking solely for myself I can say that I would not want a life without the beauty of art. Though thoughts come and go as they please, waking you from an already comfortable sleep, I would still not desire another life. Regardless of the idea that comes to me, I will still, and always, clear it from the palette as soon as possible.

So...a life without the beauty of art? Fuck you. You can have it....

"This Is Where It Begins...."

In celebration of my second palm tattoo being only seven days away, I will commit 1 deadly sin a day until I am in the chair. Through my experience with this, I will ask you not to fear doppelgangers, instead I would ask that you pray for those around me.....and count with me. Lust, Greed, Wrath, Envy, Pride, Sloth and Gluttony.....

"This Is Where It Ends....."

"A Band Aid Over A Bullet Hole"

In the pursuit of individuality I have become so involved with the definition of my name that I have burned the candle from both ends, to its center. Leaving me only with the smell of my own flesh as a sign that I have gone too far, in too short a time. I would assume that not everyone paces themselves the way I do (I haven't met anyone yet). But now, instead of leaving it where it lies, I have decided to light another candle.

The pace will continue, until I am either dead or finished. So the box of candles will stay in the nightstand and the matches will stay in my pocket. And if you come by and smell the flesh while walking past, don't be concerned, it is merely the name defining and redefining itself.

"Something inside me has opened up again."

I booked an appointment for my other palm a couple of weeks ago. The only reason that I bring it up is that I already have a scorpion on my right palm, and now (Feb 27) I will have a frog on the left palm. Where the problem in lies, is that virtually no one understands what I'm attempting to say.

You see, my right sleeve represents fire and death. And my left sleeve represents water and life. And although I got the scorpion done to represent my heavy handedness as an artist, the frog sitting on the other palm made perfect sense to me (if you're not already familiar, see the fable of "the scorpion and the frog."). My complaint is that as an artist and as a creative person, relaying anything to anybody leaves you pulling your hair out in the end. It seems that little to no one understands abstract thought anymore.

To this point, I never really felt sorry for people who felt "misunderstood" (partly because I always understood them), but I would like to take this time to make sure that I say it. You're not the only one. And maybe one day you and I could get together and pull our hair out over this. It might be fun.