Art Work Pt II

Bob Marley #2

Charcoal

Bob Marley #3

charcoal

Bob Marley

Sheets of paper

In progress

Alex Evans

Pencil

Dimmu Borgir

Pencil/Chalk

Sorry these are such low quality... I Took them on my phone..

MMMMM!!! Delicious!!

Art Work Pt. I

Mislead Perception [Draft]

Carcoal

Bob Marley

Charcoal & Water Colour

Phil Freeman Should Die...

He so called writes reviews for music or some shit and is ruining epitaph's reputation along with AltPress's. he gave ISMFOF's first album a horrible review, 0.5 outta 5. WTF? it hit #29 on BILLBOARDS's Hot Heatseekers list. and said there is not a thing memorable about the album what so ever... fuck that noise.

see his full shit review and what everyone thinks of it right here

http://www.altpress.com/reviews/1388.htm

...Phil.......Please die....

Shopping Carts And Camels

I felt it necessary to put my arms across my face, waking up from a brief nap in the 1994 ford escort. There was a smell of camel cigarettes in the air, and another strange, familiar scent. I look out the window to see were we are, my drive way. My brother takes seat in the front driver’s seat.

The adventure has set forth in motion, our destination, Brainerd. Making a routine stop across the school in Pequot, were another three passengers take places and become engaged in our antics. Continuing, we penetrate the city limits of “B-Town,” (it’s called this for two reasons; one, the name of it starts with a “B”. Two, it’s the B to our A) we procure ourselves something to eat at the local taco bell, not exactly sure what exactly, but I always get a #9 with either Mountain Dew or Dr. Pepper and a couple soft shells.

Eating in the parking lot behind Poncho and Lefty’s, we cook up a plan. To test it, we go next door and borrow a shopping cart, hands out the window grasping this organized scrap metal we increase speed, I let go… the cart kisses the curb, flying up in the air, twisting, turning we all watch in aw. Who knew it would be so fun?

We make our way to the West Gate Mall where we spot our other victim. Made of plastic, (oh, did I mention there was another vehicle) we decided two is better than one. Out of pure stupidity we commenced our doings in the front side of the building, on the electric lit pavement. Escort with one cart, Blazer with another we drew towards each other with a decent pace, releasing our grips, they crash into one another, shattering. The piece lay in ruin, and we move on.

We stumble upon another cart, grabbing it with one hand, driving with another; we bring it on a little adventure. Zigzagging throughout the city we reach our destination.

At the park on the Mississippi next to the college we assert this fearful cart into a stumbling fashion, rolling down the hill. As it hit the water white water splashes, and waves form going outward from the epicenter.

We continue our way onward, towards home. All smoking, laughing, in one of the greatest moods ever felt.

The Great Voyage

Part. I

I started my voyage beyond the mountains at the sun. I came down with this vast deal of nervousness and eagerness. The only thing on my mind was my destination. As I started to ascend the first mountain an unknown power swept over and removed the snow caps from the twin mountains with minimal effort, at some sense it seemed the mountain wanted to show me its true stripes.

I found myself at the top of the mountain. Intrigued by its beauty, I decided to extend my stay two fold. The Sun Goddess seemed not to mind of my stay, but urged my to move onward in my quest.

Descending the mountain i stumbled upon a plain. just prior to the valley there was a shallow hole. I've had knowledge of this hole for a while now, so I left it unnoticed.

Beyond the hole and before the valley there was a short stubby patch of grass, like any other ordinary grass, but this grass had something special; it seemed to pull me in subconsciously, urging me to explore the valley.

At first I felt as if I was trespassing, I looked up towards The Sun Goddess and she relieved me of this emotion and I continued on this virgin path.

I took my time through the valley, the ground, moist, impermeable. Meandering a fell upon a cave.

As I entered the cave, I heard Her give me reassurance of my presence . There was water, I think, dripping from the roof. Examining my surroundings, I worked my way throughout finding places and position with comfort and pleasure than others.

Deciding to depart my leisurely stay I followed back though the valley, meandering like a Nomad. I start to feel as if I didn't get a good enough feel for the cave, I started to miss it. Enjoying it more thoroughly than expected, I revisited more briefly, I went deeper than before, getting antsy I reengaged myself into my travel home. Moving in a much more hasty fashion, I soon arrived to my origin, the sun.

Yet, I felt as if part of my was still in the cave, it didn't bother me, The Sun Goddess would want this, as it was a place that can and will change the way you think, feel, and act. An old Indian friend of mine referred to it as “hole beyond valley that make man go crazy.”

That it does, not even ten, fifteen minutes later a sudden, great euphoria runs over me. So great I threw my head back, knees shaking, voice trembling, with such intensity I was sweating.

As my breathe returned to its normal rhythmic pattern, I still couldn't fully believe want just happened. As I smoked the days last cigarette, I retired to my room. My Sun Goddess payed me a visit, and told me of our new unique bond we had. We said our farewells and I drifted into a deep sleep...