Naquis

For the Deviant Art and Storm Artists side of this blog, this note shall entail that I'm not posting anything at those sites, likely for a very long time, or hopefully, forever. I'm moving my general musings and short stories over to my wordpress account: http://tensong.wordpress.com So that's that. For the Myspace side of this blog post, (because I'm too lazy to cut this intro into chunks for only the relevant sites) nothing changes. Wordpress and this place shall be the only place I keep this shit up to date now. ANYWHOOO… It rained all day today. Felt great. Took a walk when everything let up for a bit, and there was a chill to t

I had that dream again. I wanted to start out with something insightful, something witty, like I always do. I ended up with a few drafts of this blog that just devolved into the same bitterness and hatred I always seem to drift into these days. Most of it stems from having no outlet. I'm starting to think that finding that would best thing to do for now… perhaps something where I can exert a lot of physical action, but not kill anyone? Either way, I have no voice, and because of that, I want to scream. I want to relate myself though music, that's always worked in the past, but not so much now. My lack of sleep forces me to daydream o

Few people ever read anything I write. This is an interesting dilemma for someone that considers his self a writer. The responses I've gotten to journals or actual stories over the years have been mixed. There have been insults, and there's been apathy, but it's all been few and far between, if at all. The other ironic thing, is from seeing me in person, to seeing what I'm like when I shit these out, it seems like far different people, because in reality, I'm always kind and polite and try to be well spoken. I'm working on fixing that though. I've been shit on enough now to where I can't possibly give a damn what anyone has to say to me. I