Hey guys it's been a while.
I started a job at Cream Studios in Sydney 7 months ago and well DA just got pushed aside, so alas for you, I have come to redeem the last 7 months bwahahahahaha!
Anyways, I really don't have the time to keep updating stuff on DA, so if you would like to see some of my newer stuff, just check out
Well cheers guys, i might go and upload some new work now.
Knives. Thrust into your chest in the shape of a phoenix. The pain is so harsh it becomes emotional. You don't care anymore. Whatever was there doesn't matter any more. You can't see through people, but they can see through you.
Is it wrong to be nice, to give people the benefit of the doubt, to let people live how they want to live?
Maybe I have it all the wrong way around.
I wish that I could be someone else.....
I wish that I could run away from thunderstorms kissing raindrops on my nose.....
I wish I could be a perpetual dreamer.....
I wish I could track treasure down....
We live in a lonely world.