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Silent Hill was "ok". It had a lot of potential and some graphic gore, but left me "meh."

The shop leaves my clothes and hair smelling like bio lab, cigarettes, soap mixtures, and gummie peach air freshener.

Powdered latex always makes me smell a little formaldihide(sp?) whether it's really there or not.

Blood and soap mixtures is also a unique aroma.

Chris was my first victim. I did an outline of 3 rectangles, each 5 by 2 inches on her ribs. It was an interesting experience to say the least. It was like drawing on jello with a vibrating pen.

I like my artwork having immidiate purpose.

I like having someone's immidiate gratitude and lifelong appreciation.

I like living artwork.

I like the process.

I like the connections and impressions made.

Are you ever suprised by your own reflection?

How many places can you store a memory? How many of them are you aware of?

How many ways can you communicate without speaking?

How many ways can you modify the body?

Do you know that they're really modifying more than flesh and bone?

How many times are you going to listen to that song on repeat?

Are you feeding me liarsauce?

Are you reading the right spaces between the lines?

I want cake.

Someone bring me cake.

Please?

Aaron and I had a picnic in the metroparks today and visited the ponies.

I need one of those too.

So, cake fairy, PLEASE (with sugar and sprinkles and icing and cherry on top) bring me one pony as well.

Mmmm and a tattoo machine that bares a resemblance to a fuzzy bumbble bee.