The autumn leaves crumpled under her feet.
"Kinda like that." Rita offered, "people begin like fresh green leaves, but life and time eventually drain them.
Some even become more brittle faster then others, & they're the easiest to break."
"Point being?" Cindy demanded half amused, as they strolled home from the bus stop.
"Well, look at all these empty husks, aren't they an eye soar?"
The elder sister shrugged, " Its fall, that's just what happens then."

"Thats where your not following.", exclaimed Rita, "Nothing HAS to be, because everything and anything can be altered."
Cindy chuckled swinging her backpack, "You plan to stomp out every leaf?"
...
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I suggest forgiving yourself of everything you feel regret with-in,
so you might actually wake up and pay attention to how you react and relate
towards other beings, and what your streaming into this 'reality'.
This might be considered, 'common knowledge',
but honestly, do you ever stop 'thinking' and pay attention to your own words,
and just how ugly you really are?

Trying to manifest patterns, judge your surroundings and flaunt knowledge,
all just to feel self-important, like you have any control whats-so-ever.
Really your just feeding your own insecurities, expanding your ignorance.
You seek protection in everything and anything you hold
commonality with-in, that you believe compose your being and what you...
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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...
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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...
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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!

Jamie M. Hersh is a real chick I know.

As you may know I've used this name as the sub-detective in the final chapter of "Necro Romance",
well lately my best friend's been telling me about her 'diet' based illness, and well..I've become inspired to
craft a one-shot disease and scat feast. with her as the star ..without her consent.

So no one tell her! >.<

Also more comics to come,
have no worries!

Considering I utterly dragged out the completion of the final two chapters,
I haven't decided if I'll be beginning a second smut series, however during this practice time with
"Necro Romance", I've re-awoken my interest in my real series.

Ok,
I'm half way finished with the final chapter for "Necro Romance",
in-which raps up everything so perfectly in a complex outlandish fashion, that I've determined there is just no
hope for an eighth installment.
I actually had to re-read the recent chapters just to make sure I covered every single loop-hole to the point where the only un-realistic thing in the story was the vore scene in the second chapter, involving her 'prank'.

The only difficult objective left is to explain how easily she transformed into a homicidal nut-case.
However I've got alot of bases to cover still before I can finally release the loose ends.
Heads-up now, theres almost no smut involved, this piece is strictly for the people whom...
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