Oh, a storm is threat'ning
My very life today.
If I don't get some shelter
Oh yeah, I'm gonna fade away.

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away.

O, see the fire sweepin'
Our very street today.
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way.

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away.

The floods is threat'ning
My very life today.
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or I'm gonna fade away.

War, children, it's just a shot away
It's just a shot away
I tell you love, sister, it's just a kiss away
It's just a kiss away


Saw the Stones do this at the AMA. On tv. With Fergie, and it was amazing. I forgot how much I liked this song.

I normally don't go online for this kind of advice, but whatever.

A few years ago in band, I met a guy with CF, and we've been friends off and on since then. He's a really great guy, and I just got the news that he may be about to die. It's pretty fucking disturbing, and I don't know what to do.

I don't really want advice or anything actually, but I'd just like to let it out.

So I'm on hiatus from Deviantart for a while.

I've been wayyyy too busy trying to finish some art, and I haven't been able to produce anything at all. It's taken over all of my free time. I'm not able to focus on school or anything else, and it's really alienated me from most of my friends and family, so until I can get over this, I'm taking a break.

I'll still check my messages, but I may not respond.

So.

I had some Halloween stuff I was gonna upload, but my art computer’s internet went down, so I can’t.

Voodoofest tomorrow! 8D

Still got artists block problems. Maybe I’ll find some inspiration somewhere.


People who love me!

A litte ode to one of my favorite cities. Sung to the tune of Hello Seattle by Owl City, with some mistakes in the number of syllables!


Hello New Orleans I am a drunk hobo
In the swamps and islands
I fall asleep in front of a liquor store
And awake while being mugged
Hello New Orleans, I am an alligator
Deep beneath the river
I'll swim up the banks of the Mississippi
And eat all the tourists
Hello New Orleans, I am a hurricane
Beating down on your shore
I will disguise myself as a category 2
Then destroy the city
Hello New Orleans, I am a gothic tard
Hanging out in graveyards
I sing about vampires and drinking blood
While shooting up with hot sauce

Hello New Orleans, I am an art school kid
Painting pictures of jazz bands
I walk around bemoaning my wretched life
but won't get a real job
Hello Seattle, I am the french quarter
with annoying tourists
drunk in the morning, drunk in the evening too
better run, we'll shank you

Hello New Orleans I am a drunk hobo
In the swamps and islands
I fall asleep in front of a liquor store



I'M TOO TIRED TO LIST OUT MY FRIENDS OR COPY AND PASTE THEM BUT I STILL LOVE YOU GUYS, KAY?