I love the dutch accent.  Causes one to believe that somewhere, some one believes that all is right in the world.

Since I haven't uploaded anything in months...

Pictures in various stages of being doodled out:
caritures of people that i know (not the funny ones).
el principito sitting on a Baobab, watching the world's end.
suicide dude
a spear beset with eyes, and digits.
more spheres of water.
a monk child on fire.
parker's gargoyle.
the devil beating his wife.
dacre's "badass falcon"
chris' family crest tattoo.
hands that want to.
samurai book guys.
monkeys in precarious positions.
alison's shifty dog that i should have given to her before she left.
headless samurai cutting down headless samurai.
tanker beetle and tanker fly (alice and parker?)
architecture.

The only problem is that i rarely truly complete most of the art that i start; so we will see how many of these make it up.

I also have a ton of china photos, a few of which could at least make it to scraps, though not taken in the name of "art" or "photography" in the slightest.

我也追一個好得很的小姐.  她那麼天美,也很聰名.

我跟我的感覺單獨和它們駕馭我精神病/發狂   我認試一個覺懂的人

In no particular order:




أتا طاِلب هُذا قي جامعَة ارِزونا.
لكذّني اِستُ من ارِزونا.
أنا من مَدينةِ خاكسون.
أُساتاذي إِسمُكَ مانعخك.
(أنا ) لَيسَ عنذي كِياب.
هُذا غُر فةُ صَفّي في عنذكِ كِيابةٌ.