art-makey madness.

heck yes.
battle beast #1.
you know you want to buy it.
the original: $1oo, framed....
prints?.....oh, okay.
hand colored with alcohol markers (that's prismacolors, label whore), $20.
grey-scale style, french, cool, or warm, your choice....
5x5" pen and ink. (#2 pencil on that eye, though, yo)
get at me. i'll even throw in  your very own wrench-themed bookmark.
limited editions, people.
get while the gettin's good, and then gets it in.
word.

be on the lookout for more original art, ready to rock socks,
and redecorate your walls as a modern-age valhalla.
the project?
hot fire dispensed into precut matted frames.
smaller is better. rarely, but sometimes.
i repeat myself when im motivated.
i repeat myself when i'm motivated.
one down, seven more to go.....
of course, the next batch have two or three images apiece.
work, work, work.
i'm tellin' you.

cigar bands.
what do you do with 'em?
throw 'em out.
or remind yourself about the perils of mouth cancer with every word you read?
yeah, i thought the same thing, my ninjas.
here ya go, two sides to every story, and therefore every bookmark:


mark your places in your own story.
you are your own bookmark.
save your gains every day, and risk it all again tomorrow.
never give back what you take. remember,
gained ground is never yielded willingly in battle.
stifle that weak-sauce, son; we're headed for Valhalla...the halls of the slain.
thought and memory.
the essence of every good story.
hugin and munin.
an unkindness of crows.
feasters on the dead.
casual collateral casualties,
the hallmarks of an epic life.
leave the spectators brutalized.
so start that saga, and savage each stanza, spit each story out.
hard, hot, and heavy.
let the readers know we are the writers.
live that story, kids.
make it worth singing about.
hurt them.

for wotan's sake, 
buy the 'poetic edda' and read it.
it says nine is the most magical #. 3 threes and all that,
but c'mon,
we already know,
the real hot fire is on
ELEVEN.
louder than ten, ya'll.

byth tawelwch, byth llaith.