Question, have you ever forgotten un-determined fragments of your memory and actions?
Supposedly my cat had been outside all day, my parent didn't let him out before leaving for work and I didn't wake up until
late noon before a "Super Natural" marathon.
Not to mention, there was a glass bottled drink in the freezer chilling that could have exploded,
I hadn't the slightest clue about.

Weird yeah?

I've been thinking I had slowly lost my mind,
a self-fulfilling manifest destiny after that little Pagan experiment of my royally fucked up.
Well I always wanted to be a sociopath, but now I'd rather just function with a darker mind-set.
Hm, well this might be a mis-understanding or a beginning to new experiences.

Cheers!

I want a Ouija board so I can fuck my life up even more.
Like I'm not schizophrenic and paranoid enough, allow my life to be endangered by a
unseen Demonic force whom's only pleasure is to not only destroy me, but everything connected to me.

Well fucker try, nothing is in-fact connected to me that I really give a shit about.
I'll already out of my mind with stress, vocal illusions, and self loathing, so I don't think slamming my
door shut is really going to get any special reaction out of me then, "I've finally snapped, physical elements
are in-fact manifesting and altering because I've completely lost touch with 'reality'."

I might consider myself unstable or quite insane,
in-fact I've become a complete shut-in as of late, I'm depressed and I sleep far more often then I should.
I feel such a great sense of shame, as if my existence is a burden to the ignorant and weak casual audience
I'd rather not interact with.
Of course it's my own fault too, allowing my proxy, my presentation of myself to be so low in quality.
Everythings clumsy, filth invests my rooms because I just don't give a damn,
I warn myself and promise in time I'll save myself, but I feel my entire being going down the tubes.


Lately.., I've had these awful thoughts, things that will require money and a lot of planning...


It'd be nice to be properly functional, maybe have a girlfriend and enjoy the night air as I go shopping in a mall
without a single god-damn comment from the masses.
No, to my own dis-satisfaction, being a hermit truly gives me comfort, even though I fear
'sealing' myself away would be a insult to my own intelligence and worth....

[ Continued ]

The new smut series has been official put on hold, questionable if ever to exist in the near-future at all.
Currently I'm endearingly in the middle of my real work's first arc, not to mention I'm in a horrid depression.

New daily pin-ups and comics shall be released once again,
so please check your messages and feel free to be bold enough to leave comments.

We appreciate your endurance,
you cesspools.

I'm currently working on two duel chapters.
Both belong to a new series, in-which currently has an unpredicted amount of installments.
This isn't a sweeping arc mythology, this is a fantasy-by-theme, stand-alone by volume series, featuring a single real woman I happen to know.

The storyline's title,
Jamie M. Hersh

The first installment revolves around scat and dietary issues.
Based on a current and rather painful real illness.

Second involves a kidnap and rape scenario, with S & M qualities.



Take tuned for more art and writings!