I received a new smart phone yesterday from the same woman that said I was evil. My mother sent this phone and I don't consider it an act of apology for what she said. She just wants to find a way to keep in contact with me.

When I sit at my desk to begin a digital painting or just write samples of my expend-ability in my current contracted service. Desiring to bolster art sales in my local and national area. I don't mind shipping overseas, but it is only because I am supposed to say that.

Having a lot in front of me for the day, A few of the art pieces I have planned will have to wait till I can take them out again. I wonder how you all are doing with the potential of Joe Biden heading up against Trump? Being that knuckle head kid that can't keep his name out of trouble, I thought I would ask a personal question. I am personally upset with all of those old men sitting is such a seat of power, politically. Not that I feel I am more qualified than anyone, in my present state as an artist. When that fat PHDman sought to throw shit on my art and poetry and my overall work ethic, I was nearly inclined to believe and wondered what he would say if he knew I was the artist of:

Would most of you consider him right about me, that I am nothing more than a washed up stage performer who grew up on the mean streets of life. Found a way to make light of the days. You all know me as a match-stick writer. Setting off sparks with his words as he goes from place to place. I don't know how long it will take me, but a time will come when someone will read my desires and see the potential for pushing change. Change in how people recognize art. I listened to a woman on NPR singing about "Brown Skin," https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xaMt97Q40Io <<I love how she makes love to brown skin in this song. This is the kind of music and art that the fat PHDman would not respect and finds to be jibberish and have no reflection on his reality, so it is not important. Can't stand people like that.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pSS37tfIif4 I can load his desk full of ideas but they would not be received or he'd run with it in a direction away from me.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=knj36fq2Y5w Free to take the mind and warp my world with it as I can. Gaining access to an audience that loves the idea of Futa's being connected to my journey of liberation. Not building tribes but enjoying the infusion of ethnicity and the dance floor being checkered with mulatto red headed children. If I had started singing in front of the confrontation that was placed before me. Would the song be enough to change directions away from incarceration for thinking differently. What you reap is what you sow. I never forgot these and words and have used them to my own benefit. Furnishing the defense to illustrate sexy women like "Sarah the Switch Hitter."

Growing up in the generation that enjoyed the mixing of races and tanned lovers where fabled to have higher libido's than that of their lighter partners. I am never sure if it is the flick of the eyes or the tossing of hair that signals me to a woman's interest. That is just some keen people watching. https://www.npr.org/2017/04/08/523044892/beyond-the-pale-male-marvel-diversity-and-a-changing-comics-readership The truth to these conjured issues is the pushing for more brown skinned writers and artists to publish their dreams into the public eye. As long as those stilled influenced by the wet dreams of loving their families as they did in 1929 is asking too much of the wise and dexterous youth of today.

I sit here proudly devising ways to tell these kinds of stories at the risk of suffering from impartiality from my employers. **We are all entitled to a few secrets**

Because of the rise in opposition to creatives and their intellectual property rights, and the moneys allotted to those stolen or censored, to be repaid a month after infraction. This would give a lot more cushion to my lewd friends that lose money every time someone leaves, fails to subscribe, or provide for the platforms being used. The above picture is cute, because that is what I am going to have over my holographic headstone if I perish before this work is done. Digital invasion is what they called it when I was a child and that was 30 years ago. Now it is normal way to have a conversation.

That is what I aim to achieve as time goes by. For a kiss is just a kiss...

Well I will love you later guys...I only have a few minutes before I have to go back to work. I will talk with you all again real soon.

It has been a while since I could just sit here and talk to you all. I use my house like a studio and that pisses some people off. The college educated monks that presume because they went to school and achieved a PHD in theologies that I am supposed to bow the knee to their superiority. *Clearly that is not me.* Gets me into a bind.

I should be working a 9-5 but I can't cause I am care-giver by contracted services. I leave the house for two hours and people start losing their shit. Makes it hard to make the money to pay for my new phone, that costs 120.00 to turn it on.

Pushing me to want to go to extremes for more exposure. Start tagging buildings with my art work. So this fat PHD man, decided that because I can't play the guitar well, that I never played music on the street as a bum and I am too young to have seen as much as I claim to have seen. "I read it a book!" Which could be true cause I am always reading.

**I dare someone to say something about me stealing my own art for this feature.**

Looking back on the good days when my mind would fly away with me for a bit. I am still in love with the saucy and nastiness of how the cum curls up in her ass. The toes and inked projection.

There are some that would see me closed down and not allowed to feature images of my twisted fetishes. Does that mean I am to stop? Hardly. I don't know what to say to those that get in the way of ingenuity and constructive use of ones time. It only gives me more motivation to take some of my favorite images

and in light shows filled with music: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ml7C-CqmGYM that ensures people understand the feelings won't change. I have become more vigilant and catching all the local news about how it is going to become more expensive to post articles of interest. For me at least. What with the new smart phone bill. I like the idea though. Share all of my art on a notebook and walk through town showing off the work.

My work will be in my pocket and showed like a business card for those interested in advertisement through my digital ink presence.

Giving more time to finish "Bad Guy," (( I keep talking about it but the time to put sketches down to fit all of my ideas is lacking.)) So I have slowed down a bit and all I really want to do is get back on my grind. I feel tied down, by circumstance at the moment and if I am not able to finish my work, What that fat PHD man said would have some credence: WHICH I VEHEMENTLY DENOUNCE!! Not because I am evil as my mother suggests. But because I have stories to share that have to be flashed in tech-cafe's and sandwich shops.

I am working on a portrait of "Rebecca," that is coming out better than I had hoped. The time I have spent solidifying a style of art upon the page, the flow is so much better. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4yeq5D56GFA That I feel I can walk my pieces into any venue and the people will desire more. Dig in and force me to show more personality of the Dream Weaver Universe.

Those of you that are interested in having portraits produced and talk to me directly about anything be sure to leave comments on this page and https://www.patreon.com/AdventVoice I am always check messages and get back to all as soon as I can. I might even feature your question and my response in future journals.

I have to give a million hand claps to the very first person that would come around and talk to me about art. @Sevenseize https://sevenseize.newgrounds.com/ was the one of the first to flatter me.

She would say, "Your work reminds me of Toulouse-Lautrec https://www.toulouse-lautrec-foundation.org/ which I have held that to my heart.

When I do ink works I always try to keep in mind that I have a lot to live up to. I did a piece of portrait work to continue with my Traditional Ink Studies, and reproduced "Rebecca."

Well not being satisfied with one piece, I began to work on another and though I have not colored it, I wanted to show off the ink presentation:

The study likes it and thinks the whole idea is grand. Nothing bad to say about the stylizing and no questions as to why I chose to go this direction than what I did previously. To me they are much the same. I know when I begin to apply the color, I will shape the hair, more defined and play with the light more than before to continue the congruence of the heavy ink application.

This is why I have been so happy. Because I have been slinging ink as I was taught from the years of being under pressure. I would take images of people while I was in the prison and for a cup of coffee, I would produce portraits and pin-ups for the men. For myself. For guards and birthdays of the children of the employed.

Well enough of that.

I can day dream all day. When I apply the color I will be sure to update you on that process and how I plan to enhance her more exotic features in her face.

I have not heard from @SevenSeize in a while. I have not had much trouble to report and little reason to flirt after the dress down she gave me last time. In a year though it would be nothing for me to buy that new cellphone you wanted to take pictures of your back yard barbecues, you have without me. I am so hungry right now.

That is all for now guys I am going to be coloring the above art work for a while, inking more panels for more stories and working on the plot for Vincent de Valmont, I feel like I want him to get in as much trouble as I do on a regular basis and introduce more characters that tear stuff up with him. The Red Panda from Hell!

Well after my mother gave me a mental break down I began to working on more art and finishing up works I had intended on completing before her phone calls. https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/02/25/sex-scares-people-ill-never-understand/

https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1087075 A lot of people have suggested that I should not have been so kind to her. Since she was trying to end my work, I should do the same to her. I really did not have the heart. Though earning some money through a law suite is tempting.

Instead I allowed my writing and art to speak for me. That is the joy found in art. We don't have to yell, kick, and scream to get our way or to have our points of view understood. We just draw it. https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/02/26/back-to-traditions/ https://twitter.com/Articul8Madness/status/1232737876212842498?s=20

https://twitter.com/Articul8Madness/status/1232741453425762306?s=20

https://twitter.com/Articul8Madness/status/1232741867646787584?s=20

I live in my own mind at times. In a state of perpetual, I refuse to allow others problems to define my own problems. So when others get into this mode of dysatopic tangent and refuse to believe that one's talent can drive home a message worth receiving, believing and valued by a large population of dreamers and still be seen as a positive output, without boring people to death with Bob Ross Landscapes and quilted sunshine. Well I just believe hope floats.

https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1232739212778188806?s=20

I have been called evil by my mother. Hated by a generation 20 years my senior and the heap of garbage is going to continue because I decided to draw a tentacle monster with teeth and call it art. I drew a Pokemon fucking a human being and called it art. I drew the face of Jesus and suggested it should be a leg tattoo for those willing to wear it. I turned flowers into adornments for a woman's naked shoulder.

I dream weaver, and despite what you might be made to believe, I am not stopping any time soon!

Sex Scares People?? 2/25/2020

My mother called me today after reading a few of my online articles https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/ of course I can’t tell you what she read since she did not feel comfortable leaving comments on any of the pages. I do know over the years, we have not always seen eye to eye, so when she began the conversation with, “Don’t be upset with what I have to say,” all I could do was listen.

“I was looking at your website,” she says, “and I found that the works have changed a lot since we have last conversed or I have taken the time read and look at your art work. I remember when you were a boy and wanted your art to make a difference in the world and I see that you have not lost that zeal, you have a nice following now and people read your work and like it, but I feel the art has become too provocative, deviant, demented, dark, and evil. There is a force surrounding your work that I don’t agree with and I feel you should cut it out.”

In my most gracious manner, I suggested that I understood her viewpoint and I hold her opinion in the highest of esteem, It was nice that she remembered how I used to illustrate as a boy and some of the childish stories I would tell in my youth. Of course I could not expect a mother to appreciate the thoughts of a man.

She went on to suggest.

“If you ever had a desire to get a real job after this one and the time you have spent operating online, your new employers would get wind of what you have done in the past and try to use it against you. You could never get a job or provide for yourself, if you keep operating and producing this kind of work.”

How I dread the notion of truth behind such archaic ideas. Monolithic only in the presentation. I mean I have felt that the world was moving away from using social media tweets, tattoos, piercings, and your porn viewing history against you to bar you out of an employment. I honestly have no intention of working with any corporate setting that would seek to connect my hobbies with what I would do under their employment. Finding her advice a bit premature, considering I am working for myself and I alone determine the quality and range of sales I can achieve in such a vast market, all I could think to say was, “If it pleases you mother, I’ll tone down the language a bit.”

Of course by no means do I desire to do such a thing. Not upon the request of my mother. I do have a hunch that she might try to spoil my fun by telling those that would have a problem with the art and topics of discussion, my real name, my date of birth, my social security number and anything else that would be a horrible invasion of my privacy and pull the plug on the access of delivering any new material to you all.

Why would she do such a thing? Jealousy, Sex-envy, having read my ideas of love, women, people, the news, history, and life, and pieces of my own life just for flavor and concrete evidence of being aware of what is relevant to me, and never being able to reach an audience of confident consumers as yourselves, as I have. Is all I can imagine. There is really little to no cause for people to threaten the security and privacy of another when they dabble into the field I have been pursuing unless they are prohibitionists, against the sex-trade, determined to hold free-market enterprises in check by censoring content and language through threats of extorting millions from them, for the damage, or cancer, eroding their eye sockets, due to the content they are forced to view, read, internalize because anthologists like myself, soil the world with our filthy art.

My mother claimed that I have strayed away from the original purpose of my writings, blogs, and art. She believes I was supposed to bring something good to the world and to fight the forces of evil with words that uplift and encourage happiness. She has found in my art, only something to hate and the very thing she hates, gave life to me. What a conundrum to find yourself in. I can not probe her mind and find the root of this vile and destructive behavior, but it is not a sickness isolated to her. There are a lot of people online in their own pocketed groups hoping to squelch the NSFW artist, merely because they dared to draw a pretty face.

Yet in the visible surface of this conversation I have found that the original purpose of my writings has not been lost, I have not strayed but illustrating what some may fear. For these fears where directed upon us from my youth. There were things since my youth that would find a person corralled into a prison, locked into a dungeon, estranged from families and reduce a man to bankruptcy, and all of it is based on what is written or illustrated. Now if what I have written in times passed, and illustrated in the past four years would be held in contempt and discriminated against, then it fits well into the purpose of my writings. For I have only spoken against conventions that would see a man shot and killed for the thoughts he held. I have spoken against the idea of locking a woman away because she was a prostitute . Until I finish “Bad Guy,” https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/dw-nadia-cover-page-bad-guy

This thought will remain incomplete but the overall illustration should be understood. Sex is not to be feared. It should not have a criminal code and if the truth were known, then every person daring enough to have a child, would have to be considered a Sex-Offender and spend some time digging up turnips for an incarcerated population.

My work may tend to bend reality at times. I will draw a mythical dragon and a witch riding on top of it, but the control prohibitionists seek to curb sexual relations between men and women is much like that of a dragon rider. The flame and furry pouring from the mouths of those that see the figure of a man or woman dancing or involved is fanciful in nature and I always felt fantastic art was a good way to make mock at their ridicule. That of course goes over the heads of most and all they see is that I did not illustrate her camel toe.

To be denied the right by anyone to say, to dream , and to express the most beautiful feelings men and women can achieve on this earth, was my aim and remains so. Even if a few buildings explode in the process, or cars are tumbled over, that is just the climax of a good story, right?

This issue of fearing sex is not merely a heterosexual issue either. Homosexuals are just as marginalized socially as those that hold to more conservative ideals of sex. They are equally told they are not allowed to discuss why they like anal so much, or enjoy slurping on a clitoris. They are censored as much as any breeder and this control signal that is clogging the air waves and making it so people can’t talk publicly about what turns them on, what they think about life, and deep seeded desires, without the fear of judgment or imprisonment, is the very reason I have begun to write and if it has taken you this long to get message, I apologize for not making myself clear. Allow me to correct this lack of candor, by continuing to fill your lives with smut.

After all, I am the bad guy.    

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uBassZrbxsg

AAHHHH!

Well here we go! There has been a lot going on with me for the past few days. Of course art, and more sketches and finishing pieces of work that I feel are good enough to upload. Twitter is off the chain right now with a slew of new fans, who, though they are not buying art, want to be apart of my dynamic conversations. If you have not been keeping up with my Twitter feed: https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars you kind of need to. It saves from having to repeat myself too much. I can not stand redundancy. There is a tempo I like to keep and when I feel I am lagging in one area or the beat skips, I have done something wrong. (( That is just me over thinking things again.)) Anyway, little has changed on my progress with the stickers of Vincent de Valmont, but it will come around and you all will be the first to know.

Just as you are the first to know that I have been remiss in introducing you all to a very talented artist.

Damaris Torres: https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1229431660934057985?s=20

who has graced me with her art yet again. I now have in my possession 2/6 pieces of her work https://avproductionsblog.wordpress.com/2020/02/17/portrait-of-a-woman/ I am really seeking to capture them all. I am glad she is a Pokemon fan, because the pun will not be lost on her.

Yet even prior to my association with such a fine woman. Women have been including me in their day to day struggles and seeking advice or just the counsel of a man that appreciates the "Woman." https://twitter.com/BreeSunshinee_ https://twitter.com/kiraalex https://twitter.com/mama_thickmadam https://twitter.com/ShellieChelle https://twitter.com/LyricsAngel https://twitter.com/OnlyfansAbby https://twitter.com/PennPear https://twitter.com/Hotwife420247 and of course the list is continuing and I only want more. I want to pull more people into the fold and have message of excellence sealed on the chest of these women.

It is not that I am against talking to men. Only having deep conversations and talking about feelings does not appeal to them. Sensitivity is seen as a weakness and the spoken word is a closeted talent that should not travel beyond ones safe space. https://soundcloud.com/th3rd3y3210/smoke-drink-the-full-song This is all I am given from men like https://twitter.com/th3rd3y331 and It is not his fault, it is all he knows. It is fine for the first two seconds. I can jam to the instrumental while I am feeding my goats, but that a 3 minute job, after that, I have to shut it off. ((No I am not hating)) I am letting you know, as I am seeking to expound on my talents and take my hobby beyond this hill side, I want to interact with people that are seeking to do the same. I am beginning to feel chocked up by those that have nothing to offer. While women have begun to get desperate and offer everything. Showing up these young tired boys, who lack imagination.

https://twitter.com/wilma_arts/status/1229113316808839168?s=20 Wilma is a wonderful artist!! And I love that she will hit me back up from time to time when I give her the props she deserves. But it has gotten to a point that the portrait of a woman brings more for me to the table than anything else at the moment. ((No I am not horny)) I get my fix from time to time. https://twitter.com/Scope2Mars/status/1228659268611641344?s=20

I am just not the kind of guy, that sets ideas on the table and waits for someone else to come along and materialize it. I can't. I refuse to be shown up by anyone and my competitiveness I am seeking to use as a fishing net, to get as many creative minds to talk to me about what the next big thing will be. So far the theme I have seen among those I communicate with and what I feel gravitates them to me: "I don't give a fuck." Women have been giving a fuck since the day they gave birth to a baby and I agree it is time for men to start giving a fuck.

If you don't, your going to miss out on the Portrait Of A Woman.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5F3vYGt01OI

February 12, 2020 was a horrible day. I only remember it, because it was yesterday and that was the day Vincent de Valmont the Furry Red Panda was denied access to the ODD CO. https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/vincent-de-valmont-furry-liaisons I was really excited at the notion of having found a distributor for a few of my digital pieces..at least someone that liked the process enough to say send me a proposal. That is the half the battle most of the time. The idea was to take Vincent’s design and make stickers out of it and pan around town. They get 30% of the proceeds and I walk home with a few nickles. Only they don’t spend the money on the supply and development. I do, but if the owner does not find the product to be marketable, then she will have no incentive to push a product. I do not feel deterred in any way in my ability to produce art. I am deterred in the demographic I am being asked to market to. I had the notion of playing it safe. I was not going to send: https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/princess-demi-d or https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/out-of-the-woods-bad-guy-page-3 considering the risky nature of the project. Not wanting to offend..which is different from my natural person..or beg the question of “Who I am voting for in the next election after Trump’s term is up?” Seeking to only produce art and not make a statement all the time seems too boring for most.

That is what I did when I made Vincent de Valmont. There is nothing imposing about him. He has something on his mind but I was not selling his thoughts to the company, I was selling him, his personage and you know that woman that has been a shit parade on everyone’s works that are not her husbands said, “I really did not get a chance to see it, I have been rather busy, but from what I saw: ( here it comes) I don’t understand the colors, not enough depth, can’t tell his front from his back and the blue background is distracting, You should have left it white.” I thought we were talking about art and then she hits me with a South China Sea Side Wind: “ I thought his tail was his penis, until my husband told me differently, if it was his penis, it would have been huge.”

The only thing that came to mind that could save my sanity was to nod my head and merely say thank you for your time. Like WTF, I do one wholesome ass piece of illustrating, safe for two fucking jobs, and still I am accused of lewding. Not that I am offended by any of this mind you. After having time to think about it and considering I work for myself anyway, it was upon her request that I even considered lowering myself to selling stickers and little knit-knacks to retired grandmas, in my golf paradise lagoon, that nothing was really done to harm me. She was nice about it, and did not want to sound rude, though all that talk about penises was rather uncalled for. Instead she risked sounding insulated, which is worse than rude. There is little I can do to improve the thing besides displaying my childish contempt. commercialized brains choke me up. There is no way I'm changing it. she just has to sell the sticker for who ever wants a tony the tiger look alike. Sigh. (( It might sound fair to suggest I am being unreasonable about this. That I should do as she asks because she owns the shop. No, not buying the filling.)) You are right though, I should not curse her out for talking about Vincent’s penis even after I listened to my better judgment and did not show it. I am not arguing much with the outcome. She is not spending money shes giving me a platform and I agree that the customer has the right to throw shit until they are happy. Its just she does not like it at all for impossible reasons. I mean I cut the blue; no background; good, but how can u ask for a light source understanding and shading from something the size of my palm?

she should have said fuck you I don’t like pandas. We would have stayed friends then.

Now she won’t get my business and I won’t feel a bit of worry behind someone that can’t look at something simple and pull something interesting to say about it.

I am the artist. I make images. It is the job of the proprietor to fit catchier slogans and advertisement around the design. Had I done that as well, had I put in some catch phrase in the word bubble that made her laugh her penis envy-heart out, I might have gotten past the preliminaries. I did not curse her out and I spoke to some friends about it and I guess I feel better.

Just know I am going to make the stickers and merchandise for you all to buy, it just won’t be in a real shop, and you will have to buy them direct from me. YAY!!!

I am glad it did not take me a week to find this information: https://shakorisessions.com/sierra-ferrell-episode-001/

This is a featured sound found at ODD.Co. https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1085468 Sierra Ferrell is a wonderful voice that sang in the venue and I hear she can play the saw. That is a show I hope can be invited back to the spot. Giving it time and I know I will feel better, no more sleepless nights.

The memories produced from her music is wonderful. The days of busking and playing for pennies is over for her. She is going to be given a gold vinyl award for her music and I want to buy the music that got her where she is now. Listening to her story, it is so impressive to know a train hopper is finally where she wants to be in life.

Gives me hope for myself.

All of my followers can get involved with this new project:

It is really something I have laid aside for the numerous new fans I have. You guys really came out of the wood work when you found out I might have to go into forced retirement: https://adventvoice.newgrounds.com/news/post/1084430 with great reactions and links to some wonderful art pages: https://strandedsoul.newgrounds.com/ https://bobby-ryan.newgrounds.com/ https://elvisfonz68.newgrounds.com/ https://nanosoft.newgrounds.com https://tero009.newgrounds.com/ https://starmanblue.newgrounds.com/ https://pyrogunners.newgrounds.com/ https://kyoyane.newgrounds.com/ https://kuroki-hollow.newgrounds.com/ https://jonathanangeles.newgrounds.com/ ((I hope you don't mind me going through the list. It is kind of important to me that I know who is who and who I can give money to in the near future for various art promos))

There are a few new fans on twitter too that I owe art too https://twitter.com/kiraalex Just having all of these people write to me and insist I continue producing and supporting local artists, inspires so many different stories and laughable moments. I suppose I should say this now, before I continue. "Sorry if there were any names that I missed and know they should have received a corporate thank you, from me months ago.

I am now willing to share with you why I was so busy. If you want to listen?? That is.

Ok sure you do, cause I don't have anything better to do.

Well, it is still up in the air as to whether or not I go to jail. Since I won't know anything until next month I have been organizing my thoughts to produce art work, not only about jail, but in the off chance I don't go, art work about how awesome it is to get away from having to go to jail. Of course none of this art will matter if I am gone. So instead of stressing about it, I have been making myself sick with added pressure to finish sketches and story-lines.

https://twitter.com/notterbee NotterBee has been tweeting to me and I can't figure out if this is the same NotterBee..well needless to say, I was impressed with their understanding of social media presence and appreciating my own.

I am going to be making stickers soon of https://www.newgrounds.com/art/view/adventvoice/vincent-de-valmont-furry-liaisons so if those that are newly following would like one, please sign your name in the comment section of this flyer and I will be sure you receive one in the mail as soon as I have placed a new order for them. You will receive a piece of stickered art and a list of my poems, that I still need to hand out to people. It has been raining rather bad here so I have not made any new deliveries. Have plenty of poems left to hand out. Anyone that does not put there name in the comment section, will have to pay full price for stickers.

For the most part, that has been my main focus trying to get the owners of ODD Co. (( Cristina Virsida))She is married to Tim Lee and has been able, after ten years, to take everything that they believed to be art and fit it into a shop that can accommodate 35 people comfortably. So it is a space filled with artists that are among each other learning and developing better ways to market their craft. Some say it is all for fun and the beers, but all of them want the accolades and awards that come with producing memorable pieces of work. Whether that is writing music, scripts, improve nights, playing music with a saw, or like me, making art that inspires further creation and makes the world, generally a happier place to be in. This same shop featured a female artist that can play the saw...I am going to present more work on her in the weeks to come. Stay tuned.

I was on twitter and a new follower https://twitter.com/burgeon_gtmio/status/1224567899534319618?s=20 asked me what an OC was. I gave a bit of an explanation but felt inclined to do a little more about the Dream Weaver, my Original Character, before I no longer can't. Considering he and I are similar in our view points about life, I felt this new song dedicated to his dreams and mine, would be a nice way of saying good bye to you all, in the likelihood that I have to go to prison for a while.

If I don't go to prison, well nothing is really lost and you all can use this a way to celebrate the 4 years we have had with one another and take it a memento to how much I have appreciated your support and love.

~ I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS ~

There is never enough time to say

All that ones heart can devise,

When your about to take that ride.

The doors slam shut, the moon rises up, but the spirit never dies.

I am no spring chicken, neither in experienced with prisons,

bars and incarcerated time.

I always told myself, ‘I’d die before lettin’ em roll me back inside...’,

sealing me up, determined to stifle the mind.

Then that flame rises from the belly, a symbol of brass,

clanging from the dust.

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

That will not pass me by!

I tell you my friends, never give it up, the spark, the talent, the music that screams from inside.

Freedom is too important.

No! I did not take it for granted.

Yes! I protest this wasted life!

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

That haunt me in the night,

As lovers, who demand, baritone comforts

that come from dream filled lungs

with vibrance, that twist rebar into vaudevillian platforms, for on which I stand,

reminding you, I will not go silently into the night!

If words alone could free a man, then I sing this prayer, as the cancer doped patient,

equally, living on a tight rope, beyond the despair of falling, willing the hymn to save from failure,

lift a little longer…for,

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

That I’ll never let up, not even after a million years,

or your hearts have been seduced by another and your beds no longer offer me the same comfort.

Your love may wain, expectations shattered. Do not fear, for I am forever weaving.

I belong up there.

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!!

and the tapping is merely the chisel all artists use to create a masterpiece.

What falls away does not make up who we are, its the smoothed over surfaces, polished perfection, which only comes from or through the testing.

That is my answer for all the failures that have ghosted me.

I’VE GOT THESE DREAMS!! 

I AM YOUR ADVENT VOICE!