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Hello Anyone,

If you're hard up for gift ideas, please help me unload my storybooks on some poor unsuspecting soul. They're available on Amazon and include a read-along CD ( a creepy little girl reads as sound effcts and theme song accompany her). If you have not interest, that's cool too. Here's the link. Thanks!

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-z
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Hello Anyone,

My latest book is NOW AVAILABLE on Amazon.com. Please visit my website for details!  WWW.ZOMBIENOSE.COM
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Ok, so now my 3rd book is slated for an October release. I joined yet another online social networking group called Gothspace. I'm working on 2 new paintings and testing for a stop motion film. Also, in October I may have a show lined up in Atlanta, Georgia. I'll keep everyone updated if interested. Also, constantly updating my website.
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Hello Anyone!

So here's what's been happening and what will be happening...

My next book SUN ORPHAN is due out within the next couple of months. I've been busy generating art in the meantime. Also, look for an interview with me in this month's Gothic Beauty Magazine!

I have 2, count 'em 2, art shows next month (May). I will be a featured artist at the Hive Gallery in Los Angeles and also be a part of the Edgar Allan Poe show at Halloween Town in Burbank, Ca. Here's the info:
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The Hive Gallery

729 S. Spring St. LA, Ca 90014
May 2, 2009  8pm - 12am  -   $8
Show runs 5/2 - 5/30

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Parlour Gallery / Halloween Town
Edgar Allan Poe - A group art show

2921 Magnolia Blvd. Burbank, Ca 91505
May 9th   7-10pm
Show runs 5/9-5/31
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Hello Anyone,

October 3rd I will have several art pieces in the C.A.V.E. gallery in Venice, Ca. Here's the info:

Friday October 3rd 7pm - 11pm

507 Rose Ave. Venice, Ca 90291

Runs through October 24th

CAVEGALLERY.NET
www.cavegallery.net

Look for this ad in the Sept 25th issue of LA Weekly!

If you can't make it to the gallery opening that's ok. You can always buy my storybooks from the online convenience of your own computer.
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Hello Anyone,

I was recently interviewed online. Please check it out and comment if you have the chance. Thanks! (interview link below)

www.myspace.com/gothicvogue
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Babytoe is helping me with my sculptures
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-For the hopeless, I want you to listen.

I've scarcely felt more ignorant in my life than when I first realized how fragile the human soul actually is. Beyond the imagination of childhood we suddenly plummet to our fates. Without a voice to constantly remind us of our potential, we quickly let dreams fade. You can't imagine how hard the heart can hurt until the world has regularly failed you to the point of absolute despair.

It's easy to grow bitter. Courtesy has seemingly vanished in society. And it's easy to grow lonesome & lost among the masses.

In these extraordinary times - when man's ingenuity has produced the most powerful weapons of war - human history is continuously twisted and re-established for a fresh generation of naïve minds. Criminals are sheltered, fed and allowed internet access while low-income families can barely afford to pay for gas to go to work. The earth's natural resources are drained and wither in the name of "progress". Wild animals know nothing of human law, but are condemned by it because we've discounted the great lessons taught by nature. International communication, compromise and diplomacy are all but ignored. We've chosen our path and there is very little defense for it.

But we're not doomed. There is a degree of assurance that change is always possible, though we may have forgotten how to apply it. Mankind's imagination once maintained the ability to brilliantly sway the cosmos, but we've crippled ourselves. Goodwill has given way to the pursuit of the all-mighty dollar. The commercial element of culture has been so overly advertised as virtuous that it's become shameful to support anything that isn't economically viable. This is disgraceful. This diseased mentality must be rectified. It has been done before and it can surely be done again.

Global conflicts fabricate fear and proliferate hatred, while ruling spirits design an enemy to manage the herds. But the enemy is not another race, nation, or religion. It's bigger than all of that. It's a fear of ourselves and of our time. It's an age that has all but destroyed humanity's confidence and ability to influence our own future. And a miserable plague of helplessness has grown from it, a rotting notion of triviality - merciless.

Naturally, we search for an remedy. We yearn for a hero to faintly inspire a reason for us to wake up the next day. And once in a while one will appear, just often enough to remind us that small miracles sometimes happen and maybe we're not always wrong to wish for them.

People are very particular and everybody has their own special hang-ups. Old secrets and regrets strangle us. I'm no different. There's a desperate appetite for a time well remembered and the longing to be part of a world that no longer exists. I've spent many charming hours thinking about this, and many, many painful ones. Even now, as I write, I wonder how useless and weak my opinions might seem. I can't expect to steer anyone away from their own feelings, but I refuse to believe that I am alone.

Memories parade by and it's remarkable what a person recalls. It's a bittersweet nostalgia. The deep wounds of the past shrink with the march of time, but they never completely heal. There is no such thing. However, the amazing memories, they sing for a lifetime and become more poignant, more beautiful. They are magic, always, and we have the opportunity to plant more.

It's time to start over. The desire to improve is essential. The world has been starved of empathy for too long and we need a revolution of compassion. We don't need angry mobs. Mobs don't fight with their own courage, but with courage they borrow. We need individuals! No one is powerless and the crusade of relevance has a place for everyone.

Instead of being dazzled by notoriety, be encouraged by creativity & individuality. Judge a person by their character and their integrity. Try to embrace the things that ultimately matter and discard those things that don't. Preserve compassion and impart it to those who need it. It costs nothing! Help devise ideas to repair the fractured human spirit and do it sincerely. Bury the sorrows of the heart and move forward with determination. The future is open. Make it new and make it incredible!

Dreams do not expire! In the great struggle of life none of us can ever fail if we resolutely choose not to. The capacity to achieve is vital & rich, and with it comes pride & nobility. Make these ideas the ones you carry with you to the sole end of your life. Don't let them fade. Nourish them, they will grow! As long as there is a desire, there is forever a chance, and if you wish for it hard enough, just once in a while we can make miracles happen.

-Zombienose

12/22/06
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For the neglected…

Life is a fight dammit. Passion swells and fades. Love touches us then wrecks us. All the little things add up to bigger things until we settle into the dust of oblivion justifiably forgotten by anyone that really mattered.

The heartless world - the careless & loveless world is forever leeching at our poor spirits. I don't know how it happens to people. The feverish comings & goings of life can make you want to bury yourself in a grave someplace, resigning to the fact that we're just lonely creatures in a world that doesn't care… I guess maybe I do know how it happens to people, but I just wish I didn't.

The slippery state of human morality saddles us with disappointment and sorrow. We listen to loud voices spilling loud idiocy, while the quieter voices don't get a chance to be heard. It's that sort of world - where the speechless complainers surrender whatever the charms of life might merit. This is the dismal wisdom of the slave and it is a superb piece of cruelty. It's enough to break your heart a little, as being in life always must.

So we might live our whole lives within that special darkness. We lock away our feelings in a jar until they disappear, then subsist with broken hearts that no longer beat. We'll grow to be a part of some tribe of the lost with their lonely faces and black empty eyes, tormented by dreams left blank and kisses left undelivered. We simply become rocks so we never touch again.

There's a wonderful comfort there, where nobody sees our real selves, but I wonder how it will end when all that's left are fading snapshots of a time that is fast disappearing from memory. Will there be any chance to mourn when the whole rotten show dries up and leaves its filthy scars upon the soul? Can we start again after the poet's words, once charged with passion, drop away to the delight of the damaged that still need love? I really wonder…

Everybody dreams. Your imagination is god itself! As we move closer to the end than we are to the beginning don't let it all become so cheap that any pureness you find is crushed as flat as road kill. The next thing you know it's time to drop six feet under into the box. While it is death that gives the world its point, it's always the lost causes that are worth fighting for the most. And life is a fight dammit!

So don't waste time blaming the misery on someone whose true name we'll likely never unearth. Pain is part of it all. It makes whatever joy left in the world that much sweeter.

Life is made of dirt you fools! And it's up to us to make something of it. Everybody needs a shoulder to cry on or a hand to hold when the little cracks spread and when words simply won't do it. Everyone needs to feel special sometimes. Like promises made and pure moments lived, we'll carry the most painful lessons in life as benchmarks. But never stop listening for the whispers of sincere possibility. One day they may come, bringing with them those lost hours of time that violate all established laws of sensibility with a love who's heart we can hold above all others that grace the earth.

The world is yours! Make us gasp, make us feel, make us live! Let conviction lead you to the edge with the charm of a heart that has forgotten to grow old. The world belongs to people who say 'I CAN' and as long as the spirit burns we belong to life!

Take a breath. Live.

-zombienose

8/6/07
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I wrote this for you. You know who you are.

Let me tell you something you probably already know. The daily chore of earning a living leaves hardly any time to live at all. We hurry along, pursued & trampled by the stampede of troubles the world freely provides, until eventually we're buried beneath an avalanche of grief. Time is an enemy to everything and death is the great equalizer.

The world imparts too many painful lessons, too often, and never enough tender ones. We're subjected to leaderships that spit words without substance or dimension and we wait as dull vacuums, pretending we exist by pretending we have some control. For so many stupid reasons we give up, give in, give ourselves away as the days grind to dust. We no longer feel with our sense-deadened bodies, nor love with our brooding dead hearts. Wrapping your mind around the futility of it all can leave life aimless without meaning.

But life is desire, not meaning. And desire is the premise of all being. Gazing into the starlit night might stir us to dream, yet there's always some minor swelling against it - a resentment brought on by expecting those dreams to ultimately collapse. We live in a world of millions of little people with millions of big dreams and they don't want them to come true, because it might hurt.

Everyone has hard days, empty of inspiration. In this instance there is precious little to distinguish us from each other. I'm forcibly struck by the sad death of potential, death of love, death of ideology - the sadder death of all hope. And for each funeral we wear the same shoes. There are so many things that should be and could be, if only… if only. Instead we sink beneath the pathetic ruin that comes in the aftermath of our battles against ourselves. We helplessly surrender as perfect failures that missed the caboose of life's gravy train.

Certainly we're flawed and petty, but not beyond repair. Human hearts are like that. Yet everyday we rob ourselves of some chance for happiness. We close our eyes, misunderstand and forget. Like most people I wish I had skipped some of the more anguished years and was spared the shapeless fears that still tear us down. But that would be the biggest fattest lie of the century. We embody our flaws as well as our strengths and you cannot destroy truth by burning the pages of history.

All life is sacred, whatever sacred is, and eventually time will have guaranteed revenge. To the more bitter and bruised readers I say this: If you can share just one honest thought, a heartfelt dream, with anyone, that idea will exist! It is the things we mean most that are the hardest to say, but ultimately they are the most gratifying. We are more than just spindly limbs with ravenous appetites. We are inventive and creative beings! There will always be the desire for some champion of our dreams to thrill us with their passion. We'll always need someone to make us feel we have strength when we have no strength at all and that can put us back together when the whole world breaks us down. Those who dream great dreams inspire great hope.

So hold on, world. The years ahead are a pilgrim's journey. The future may be more ugly & rough before we're released from it's obvious cruelty. Some of us may not make it, but most of you can excel if you try! The tiresome pursuit of fulfillment may easily devour a lifetime, but the darling bygone days of the past are not wasted years. They made us who we are and who we will become - for better or worse. Let's choose better.

At this point I should like to speak to you from beyond the grave so that I may speak more freely, without limitations. It has been more than a decade since I took my last vibrant breath of life and the despair of common regret has overtaken me. By chance, you readers do not suffer from my misfortune just yet. At this moment you have the opportunity to say and do all of the things you've been too afraid or too apprehensive to say and do. You have the chance to clean the slate and move ahead with the solemn wisdom of knowing you've done all you could do in life. This is an occasion that you cannot let pass by. In the end we will be remembered by these things and it is the duty of virtue to mend old wounds and complete the course without eternal harm or shame to those we've affected. Your moment is NOW.

If you are lucky enough to find some prevailing tone of relief from the sorrows of life then you are most fortunate. If not, do not surrender to the cold. Apathy takes a more sophisticated approach to the destruction of all human freedom. Love can be a friend, a husband or wife, a hobby or pet, whatever you like, and it can be a grueling struggle. But finding some pleasant comfort to old soreness might very well be the eternal meaning we search for. Or perhaps it is just a desire.

May tomorrow be kinder to everyone.

-Zombienose

4/28/07
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