What if I opened a door?

What are you like?

Inside I mean.

If I could reach out and open a door into your mind, your soul, your conscience. If I could literally get inside your head, what would I find?

Do you remember Yu-Gi-Oh? Do you remember the episode where Yugi went into his own mind using that puzzle of his and found himself at a passage dividing his mind from Yami's? His mind was a cluttered mess with all his thought's and interests floating around and Yami's was this cold labrynthical tomb. What is your mind like? Yami or Yugi?

I had a discussion with one of my friends about this once. We were in grade 5 at the time so the details were a bit hazy. We discussed what would determine the landscape and what the thoughts would be like. I seem to remember we settled upon your personality and emotions being the surroundings and that your thoughts and memories would appear in the form of animals and buildings. The animals being recent and the buildings being long held beliefs and ideas.

I remember we joked that his mind would be a hellish landscape with the thoughts being big dracula-esque castles and viscious fellbeasts that would kill you soon as look at you. He was promoting himself as a violent character at the time. He had the size, shaven hair and graphic imagination to make it work I suppose. My mind was a bit more of a challenge. We both agreed you'd probably get lost in their, maybe it was vast, maybe a maze. I like the idea of it being an open wooded landscape but at the same time having an MC Escher feel about it. winding paths that were closed loops, buildfings that sort of mashed together. I also get the idea that a lot of the buildings would be incomplete and fragmented. The biological thoughts would probably be these fast moving whispy things, ever changing, ever moving. They wouldn't be dangerous as they wouldn't even notice you. You and your slow-paced humanity.

And you? Maybe your mind is a club or a garden. An open field, a maze, a strange techno world like in Tron. It's an interesting thought. You should try draw it. I will. I'll draw my mind and I'll post it here later. Pop back in on Monday maybe.

"Cause we are the last disease"

I was listening to The Black Parade whilst studying today. Seriously, I was. Humming the words to dead and tapping my feet to that driving rhythm in The sharpest lives all the while memorizing functional groups and teaching myself about galvanic cells. I was thinking that perhaps it is my favourite album of all time.

My Chemical romance is probably not my favourite band, even though a lot of my friends will claim otherwise. I don't think I can possibly have a favourite band, my music tastes are too widely spread for something like that.

But favourite album... Fast songs deep songs, slow songs, fun songs... Creepy songs, mama.  Gerard Way's voice, Frank Iero's guitar... The story, the tightness... It's an amazing album, it really is.

And so I decided to have a look at the band's web page and see if anything new was on its way, and it was. In a sense.

Frank had done a Disney theme tune and Mikey Way is promoting his signature Squier but it's Gerard I really want to talk about.

He has a new song out with Deadmau5 called professional Griefers and it is intense. It's classic dubstep with Gerard's voice belting over the top and dare I say that it is much much better than most of the stuff on Danger Days.

It's about lawlessness and social degration and all the horrible things that plague our modern pop culture. It's a dirty, sweaty, lapdance-joyride through hell and I love it. You have to watch the music video though. It's not the same without that. The video is based around a robotic fight between Gerard and Deadmau5 and all the chaos that ensues. It contains scenes of people watching the fight losing control and this cat that moves around like the plague. When I was watching it I wanted to go out and hit something. I think that says a lot. It's well put together, slick, professional, dirty. An MCR fan I was speaking to said she hated it but I know that's because she dislikes dubstep. Open your mind before you watch it, it's quite a ride.

Examination inspiration

My last post was me promising you guys weekly updates from here on out. That was ages ago. Sorry.

You could say I've been busy and I will: I've been busy. there was a play. I was a german doctor who enjoyed poisons. We did fantastically: three standing ovations over three nights of production, sold out our theatre, got one of the cast grounded at the raucous afterparty. It was intense, seriously. Really. I've discovered that I have a theatre jacket. It's a manky brown suede thing, manky because it's suede and drycleaners are scared. I've worn it in house plays, school plays and drama club plays. Any play I've been in since I got it has featured that jacket. in fact the jacket the painting of me is wearing in my profile button thingy is based on it. When I went to an art course I was called a hobo because of it.

Now I've been drawing a lot lately. my thick sketchbook is full now and i've resorted to carrying around a ream of paper to draw on. i'm still planning characters, plots and settings for my comic which will be entitled stranger or oddity or something like that. It stars Finn and Jeffrey and Zachary who travel from world to world in the multiverse in their portable house, number nineteen. Maybe I'll work that into the title, i don't know. There's also a raptor called steven and a greasy looking high school mind rebel and I delve into the five elements and human being's selective vision - an evolutionary trait. It'll probably be a webcomic and I'll start posting sometime next year (or perhaps december, probably december) It all depends on when I can get my hands on an A3 scanner really.

Here is a portion of the first page. (only a portion because I don't have an A3 scanner and the speech bubbles not full of speech because I just haven't inked it yet. It's just to give you an idea really

Characters: (from left) Zachary, Finn and Jeffrey.

Suppression is wonderful inspiration

Something wicked that way goes

The ending has left, disappeared. This is too similar to be a new beginning, too plain to be a revival. I am merely resuming the blog. It's as if I pressed stop only once on the DVD of this page and now I shall simply hit play and the movie will resume at the scene it was at as if nothing ever happened.

And I'm not spamming on Facebook anymore. Maybe I'll send out a broadcast to no-one, beaming a message into space for any alien ears to pick up or maybe one of my old readers will rediscover the thing and tell their friends. Maybe, maybe, maybe. This picture is in my rapidly filling sketchbook. Look at it.

The blog will be a weekly weekendy thing now. The posts will be as random and varied as usual and will now feature pictures. Most of these will be non-sequitter

So long and next time bring more fish

This will be my last post for a while, for months. I'm banning myself from the internet starting monday as I am about to enter the final straight of my schooling and also work on a musical.

But I won't become a boring bland drama student as I hurtle down this straight, I will also be working on my upcoming webcomic (it is to be a webcomic) and writing things about people for a two off school newpaper. So that's it for us. Maybe I'll restart this but probably not. Or not anytime soon anyway. Anyway bye!

Words words words

words words. They're a visceral scream, a sonnet, a love poem, a declaration of war, a lonely cry for peace. They're code, they're secrets, they're truth, they're lies; they're the reason we exist as a species.
They're knowledge, they're power and knowledge is power and death is a thing we all know.
Words are priceless, talk is cheap. A secret claws right at your chest.
A word is a monster, a word is a beast, a word is beauty is my muse is a beautiful young woman waiting for her prince. A word is a contradiction, they are pain, they are pleasure. They build societies and tear them down. Wars are fought with words. not bullets. Because even though a picture is worth a thousand words that picture is worthless without the words to support it. To hoist it in the air and wave it like a flag. Its words that brouyght us into this world, words that we carry around our necks to show people who we are.
It isnt punctuation punctuation is a policeman he brings sense to things gives meaning but destroys it too punctuation is the shackal that holds a verse to the floor that constrains it that doesnt let it fly and ignite and set the sky on fire
But it is neccessary. You need the belt to hold up your pants and big brother to keep you in check. Freedom hurts eventually. Freedom will tear at your flesh and slowly break you down, but so will entrapment.
Only entrapment uses chains of fire and shackals of ice. Entrapment pulls you to the floor and has you begging for its love before it drives its bitter boot into your face. Freedom won't do that to you. Freedom holds you in its loving, barbed embrace; singing you lullabies whilst you slowly decay.
Everyone dies, even Gods come to an end. Death stands on the horizon with a sickle and a notebook, waiting to rend your soul from your body.
We all die and so we must live. We must set ourselves free within our slavery. We must write, we must think, we must do what's right. We must do what's wrong. We must abandon all sense and reason and we must not let ourselves be watched.

Who watches the watchmen? No-one, thay're just a horror story.

Drawings and ramblings and sorry for the delay

I don't know why I'm apologizing; this is an irregular blog after all, it's just that there have been pageviews since my last post and I feel guilty knowing that they must include people who are gnashing their teeth and wandering why that monkey fellow won't update already (Simian is the infraorder in which all higher primates fall but is usually used when speaking of monkeys). So I'm updating now and I'll also give you a picture of Zacky Slither, a character I drew last night. I've decided on a bit of a format to use my characters in too: an action-comedy comic about inter-universal travel starring Zacky, a squid called Geoffrey and another character I haven't decided on yet. Aldous is obviously the villain. I'm just not sure if I should do it as a webcomic or a normal comic with pages. This is a big decision and I'd apperciate some comment-based guidance either here or on the Facebook link that probably refferred you here. So anyway, let's show you Zacky:

He's a biomechanic from our world who lost some of his internal organs in a serious accident and had to install a prototype stomach and liver whilst delerious from blood loss. He is the general mechanic and dogsbody of Geoffrey Ian Squid who I will draw and scan for tomorrow. That is a promise, he shall be here. Zacky wears his helmet at all times because he is scared of something happening to his brain which is the only part of the body he can't reconstruct. He's always covered in grease and burn marks and doesn't wash very often.