Tonight, tonight.

Nothing's as calming or peaceful to me,
and when this very evening ceases to be,
I'll lock up my mind, just you wait and see that darkness is the keeper of my skeleton key,
when she arrives knowing just what I need, she'll unlock my smile, as my thoughts have been freed.

...an exit to eternal summer slacking.

[All*StaRs! are sitting on a backyard deck in a horseshoe shape around a small fire with the opening facing a set of stairs that lead up to the back porch]
Nick Murphiez: "...and what better night to start drowning my sorrows than this beautiful summer night...AND in the company of these...my true family, right?" (raises his Sprite)
All*StaRs (toasting in unison): "family!"
Mike Standards: "Just let go man. Listen...closely...as the silence is drowned out by the warm summer air gently whispering sweet nothings into your ears."
(rest of All*StaRs! collectively groan)
Mike Standards: "What?...Hey fuck you if I'm not John fucking Mayer."
Scotty Starr: (laughs flamboyantly)"Not John Mayer? No thank you!"
(a few seconds of silence pass as they all drink)
Colton Aledridge: "It's intoxicating (points to can) really...(laughs sarcastically) See what I did there?"
Nick Marshalls (cutting in just as Colt says "there?"): "...it almost seems as if there's nothing better to do than to slowly drink away your thoughts, your emotions...these feelings."
Murphiez (slowly raises can as if unsure and then slowly lifting his shoulders and hands in questioning fashion): "To...being ...numb?"
All*Stars (look around, think for a few seconds look at each other, nod as if agreeing then collectively toast): "Numbness!"
(A few seconds of silence pass)
Nick Murphiez (snickering): "What the fuck have I missed?..."
Alisson Cheynes (quietly walking down the stairs onto the deck during the conversation): "Everything, my dear hero...Everything."
(All*StaRs! all look up and then stare in disbelief)

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From Chapter 26 - 'Subtracting the Addition of These Addictions'

"I'm hungry, Let's get a taco."

So I wasn't able to sleep well the past two nights so I decided to sketch up a poster just for something to do. Well, it escalated to a drawing and then it turned into a full fledged project. I decided I'd make a frame and such and I decided that the shading wasn't working so I'd have to paint it. Well after much careful and tedious work on it, I'm very close to completion. Here's a few pics of it, I hope you enjoy...
By the way, it came out a million times better than I could ever had hoped or imagined. :D

Overview before the corner of the trunk:

The title with the newly added blood spatter.:

Mr. Blonde, Mr. White and Mr. Pink:

A closeup with the trunk now painted in:

...and finally a side by side comparison:


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I will update it with the finished piece when it's fully dried and matted.
:)
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Update!

A close-up of the Title panel:

An overview before the "frame":

Framed (no flash):

Framed (with flash):

A portrait style angle:

Absolut Love.

Tied the noose all by himself,
not too loose, it just reached the shelf.
Above him was the absolute best
His friends, family, all of the rest,
As they looked down on him from above,
He'd feel their burning undeserved love
What they missed was the heart he'd mirror back,
His blood and his passion, tightly entwined, no slack.
It'll keep him below where, forever he'll gasp for air
Until he stops his unrelenting care, he'll selflessly suffocate hanging there.

An Excerpt From Confidential Confidence

Growing up, everyone dreams of being someone or doing something to leave their mark. Some make those dreams reality, while others accomplish goals that are "good enough"...
And then there are those who set out to start one life and inadvertently create new opportunities all the while never accomplishing their life dream.
So what about that guy? The one who did everything he could to get where he wanted, but while he helped many others, he got no recognition for it.
He stayed a quiet, frail, eccentric loner and an oblivious dreamer...
A faceless, nameless, unspoken (virtually unknown) savior to many, but a failure to himself and all who knew him. The ones who gained the most from his failures never would question how or why they were who they were...and neither would he.
An excerpt from Chapter 1 - Confidential Confidence (The Post-Prologue)