I'm going to put a lot of time in this one :)

Just to start here! xDD

not a good piece, but I try! I promise I'll make anything better soon! hehe

Hello, guys!

nudity is not porn so everyone.

no I'm not on drugs

Hmm no way im going to finish this one \:

Based on a short story written by a dear friend:

She sat on the edge of the bed and realized she was craving a cigarette. Not that she really knew what it would feel like to desire it, having never smoked, but there were certain times in her life when she’d had the distinct feeling that if she were, in fact, a smoker, that she would be lighting one up: the day she left her well paying job to risk starting her own business, the moment after she closed the deal on her house, and now, watching the pool of blood spread out from under the matted black hair lying on the ground before her. The desire stemmed not so much from the desire to calm her nerves but rather as a compliment to the immense sense of satisfaction she felt at those times.

A glance down at the massive lump of flesh, the belly fat rolling out the sides, the legs splayed, arms arching around the head, making him look like the grotesque lovechild of a sumo wrestler and a ballerina.

She imagined inhaling the sweet smoke deeply into her lungs and nudged him with the toe of her white patent leather pumps. Jiggle and settle. She did it again, harder. Once again, jiggle and settle. She nodded, satisfied, and imagined exhaling the smoke, watching it curl lazily towards the motionless ceiling fan.

For some reason she thought she’d hear sirens about now; wasn’t that always the way it worked? Other than the ordinary rise and fall of the traffic outside, she heard nothing. No bolt of lightning from God, no sudden appearance of her mother, no cops circling the house with weapons drawn. And so it was then; revenge was not played out under the lights of the big stage but quietly executed in the wings.

She tossed the remainder of her smouldering cigarette on his waxy back and disappeared like smoke out the door.

why people might think that gods' feelings are reflected in the sky?
why red sky looks like god is angry?
why people believe that each time you see a rainbow, you should realize our generation deserves to have a flood?
how there are people who look at the sky and claim that no one did it? that there is no one up there?
How can I, a person who hates having questions(and have so many of them), be too lazy to look for answers?
I hate science studying, though it really interests me. I wish to know everything without studying. Can I excel at anything this way?

Glad to be drawing again, may need to go back to this but I'm happy for now.

Found on the Nova site. Sunrise seen from the Space Station Mir.

Man..... now that would be something to wake up to.

"Mocha, if your still willing (and I finally understand how this is going) then I still would like to see some fantasy theme."

So I'm working on it now...

Photo ref from a Navajo ceremony honoring Desert Storm servicemen, Spencer, U.S. Air Force, Yellowman, U.S. Marine Corps

Now that's an American