Rex-Tyle

Journals are boring. Love is like a sea sick turnwheel into a vast systematic view of goodness and wrong. People seem to think substance is everything and then there is no substance and then there "is the one" when fate and love and destiny isn't really much of anything for someone who's too afraid to just say yes. There's a whole roller-coaster of rights and wrongs and good and love and yet we're all too sidetracked over the structure and foundations our lives have turned to want want want want and very little driving, selfless need. Like a friend to drive you home or a guy you want to go and grab a beer with while watching a dumb game for a

Hey all of...everyone! So! Here I am...trying to rebuild my account! Or restart it. Or... Do. Something with it...! Whoo...! All of my favorite DA artists over the years have come to a slow, or stopped altogether I have sadly discovered. So much brilliance. So much comedy and art. And a bow of silence for their departure. For those who are out there and watched by me, I give a gracious "rock on" hand pump and a grateful bow to all your awesome work. Here's to hopes it will all, someday, continue... Coming back I've discovered the internet to be just as, if not more scary than when I first left it all that time back. A machette and hockey