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Name: Ben
Birthday: 4/3/1986
Gender: Male
Interests: Art( digital, pencil, pastels, charcoal, paint), music( ambient techno, alternative rock, grunge,classical.), people, comic books, novels, and maybe video games from time to time. Computers and women... Psychology, and graphology.
Expertise: Art. Perfecting Intorversion since 1986. Living.Growing Captormastic phototastic pool homogenized fish.
Occupation: Artist
Industry: Art
Message: message me
Website: visit my website
Member Since:
9/5/2004
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| I am a sellout. I went to myspace.
http://www.myspace.com/thalio | | |
|  Alas I was to busy to get my sketchbook scanned, however I did manage to get one of them, one of my favorite to scan.
Update: I figured I would scan one a day...or try to. With finals coming up I wont have much time...but I am gonna keep scanning. Be I love art.
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| I finally got the Internet!!!!! On demand I will be posting my art, if there are more then 10 posts from different people I will scan them for all you to see...others my soul will remain a mystery.
i am feeling rather lost in what I am doing. I cannot feel what I am feeling. Blood, guts, entrails of a man once lost. Now only grows numb to his skirmishes of inner anguish.
I need some artists who can build me....I want to become stronger, less naive, more kind and open....I am not searching because I bury myself in self pity and through my bitter past.
I need friends who can love me, not for what I can do, but for who I am and what I can give back.I am searching, in a still quit room talking to my shadow in hopes that it my respond.
Nothing. Nothing is more cold that silence responding your sincere question...Why am I alone?
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| I cannot stress how BAD-BADAD-ASS this album is, NOW GO GET IT!!!!!!! | | |
| Atlast, a time has come and I have no rum but again I have gone to sleep. For I have fallen beneath the cracks of hell and into a light I have brought my life to arcamedes.My mind is clean, my intentions are fresh, but yet there is something in my mind that is left.
So whats up!?? I have been up, up up and away!??But then again what is up but down? Why do we persist in captivating the most mortal things in each other?Why do questions have answers but answers have no questions? -____- | | |
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