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The Fourth Dimension of Time is a stable construct, though it is not impenetrable.

Incidents when the fabric of the fourth dimension becomes corrupted are incredibly rare.

If a Tangent Universe occurs, it will be highly unstable, sustaining itself for no longer than several weeks.

Eventually it will collapse upon itself, forming a black hole within the Primary Universe capable of destroying all existence

Water and Metal are the key elements of Time Travel.

Water is the barrier element for the construction of Time Portals used as gateways between Universes as the Tangent Vortex.

Metal is the transitional element for the construction of Artifact Vessels.

When a Tangent Universe occurs, those living nearest to the Vortex, will find themselves at the epicenter of a dangerous new world.

Artifacts provide the first sign that a Tangent Universe has occurred.

If an Artifact occurs, the Living will retrieve it with great interest and curiosity. Artifacts are formed from metal, such as an Arrowhead from an ancient Mayan civilization, or a Metal Sword from Medieval Europe.

Artifacts returned to the Primary Universe are often linked to religious Iconography, as their appearance on Earth seems to defy logical explanation.

Divine intervention is deemed the only logical conclusion for the appearance of the Artifact.

The Living Receiver is chosen to guide the Artifact into position for its journey back to the Primary Universe.

No one knows how or why a Receiver will be chosen.

The Living Receiver is often blessed with a Fourth Dimensional Powers. These include increased strength, telekinesis, mind control, and the ability to conjure fire and water.

The Living Receiver is often tormented by terrifying dreams, visions and auditory hallucinations during his time within the Tangent Universe.

These surrounding the Living Receiver, known as the Manipulated, will fear him and try to destroy him.

The Manipulated Living are often the close friends and neighbors of the Living Receiver.

They are prone to irrational, bizarre, and often violent behavior. This is the unfortunate result of their task, which is to assist the Living Receiver in returning the Artifact to the Primary Universe.

The Manipulated Living will do anything to save themselves from Oblivion.

The Manipulated Dead are more powerful than the Living Receiver. If a person dies within the Tangent Dimension, they are able to contact the Living Receiver through the Fourth Dimensional Construct.

The Fourth Dimensional Construct is made of Water.

The Manipulated Dead will manipulate the Living Receiver using the Fourth Dimensional Construct.

The Manipulated Dead will often set an Ensurance Trap for the Living Receiver to ensure that the Artifact is returned safely to the Primary Universe.

If the Ensurance Trap is successful, the Living Receiver is left with no choice but to use his Fourth Dimensional Power to send the Artifact back in time into the Primary Universe before the Black hole collapses upon itself.

When the Manipulated awaken from their Journey into the Tangent Universe, they are often haunted by the experience in their dreams.

Many of them will not remember.

Those who do remember the Journey are often overcome with profound remorse for the regretful actions buried within their Dreams, the only physical evidence buried within the Artifact itself, all that remains from the lost world.

Ancient myth tells us of the Mayan Warrior killed by an Arrowhead that had fallen from a cliff, where there was no Army, no enemy to be found.

We are told of the Medieval Knight mysteriously impaled by sword he had not yet built.

We are told that these things occur for a reason.

]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/17175303/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/17175303/ Tue, 04 Mar 2008 05:39:11 PST

It's 4:30 a.m.




Usually in my life I'm trying to find things to keep my mind off what I see in my dreams.
Or what I've discovered about reality that seems to be, I'm the only one that knows.
I usually paint, vandalize, play video games, write music, produce music, turn on some turntables, paint a train. Etc.
For the past week, I've been trying solely to get you out of my head.
It's dawned on me how much I miss you.

It all started At the first of last month. I was really fed up with my job and how the corporation didn't give a fuck that my paycheques were coming up short for all the NIGHT SHIFT hours I had to endure + Their stupid ass policies and everything else that's good about a corporate position! So I quit.... And started a month long journey of doing nothing to realize how much you really did mean to me. At first, you weren't in my mind at all... To be honest. You've poped into my head a couple times since I've last seen you, and it was for brief amounts of time in which I'd send you a simple email saying whatever for the occassion you reminded me of.

By the way, happy bilated birthday...
I made you a card, and found your address in the email you sent when I was in courtney at mt wash and sent you that random ass kimono that I spent my food budget on. But I never sent it...

I never thought I'd ever write a letter in which I never intended to mail.
Such a poetic cliche.

I've been with... I don't know how many girls in the past year trying to explore relationships and have let go of being sexually conservative. lol..
Even though I've never kissed you. It was for a good reason...
It was with the one person that you feel like you're in one of those surreal movies with.
Waiting for the perfect moment to kiss each other.
Reminds me of that one part in Donnie Darko where they're about to kiss each other for the first time, and the girl says she wanted everything to be perfect in the world. But there's a fat guy in a jogging suit watching them.

Anyways, back to the story.
The girls I've been with lately have been a little mental. I guess what you'd consider me to be, a bit obsessive and acting psycho?
I was scrolling through my inbox in my emails, looking at the copious amount of emails I'd been receiving from this girl that claims she loves me, and we were having a huge conversation over email cause I didn't want to talk to her on msn.

Anyways, I catagorized my emails by Name and saw about 100 emails from you... This sounds kind of GAY, but the most wonderful feeling of nostalgia swept across the inside of me. Followed by the worst feeling of knowing I will not be able to have it again.

Here's a quote from you.

"No matter what, please don't feel like I've abandoned you."
Unfortunatley you have. It may be for a good reason, or because of your dismay. Not sure... But I want to change that.
Everything is fixable if you work hard enough for it long enough.

I miss alot of things.
Orgasm fruit dip and that lame 'art' show.
Morcho.
Hand holding.
Millions of emails when we weren't together holding hands.
The best friend I had.
The fact I actually felt happy in Victoria because of you.
007 cheese ads.
The hills have eyes silouette hand puppets making love.
Moooseum plans.
You spending time to write me an email from a computer in australia at the public interweb station.
Serious coffee.
New years drinking by yourself.
Spending hours waiting for you to get off rowing at a coffee shop talking to a gay kid that worked there about how much I loved you.
Stareing at each other in the path behind your house, inches away from each other's faces. Breathing on each other thinking about how much we cared.
Segregating the racial cheerios.




Wow, do I seem obsessive because I remember these things?

Now all I can think about is how you feel in your current situation.

I want you to know, even if you don't know because you're not reading this...
That you've changed me.
If it wasn't for you, I would have still been hacking into peoples computers munipulating them socially to my advantage to feel some wierd sense of insecure power driven advantage over them.
I havn't ONCE haxed your shit since I've last seen you.
I've had to do it with some other people, but I've stopped with it all.
I live in Vancouver and spe... ]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/16467640/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/16467640/ Fri, 18 Jan 2008 23:14:57 PST
And those over 19 that poison their bodies. Go away too!

Also, work is gay. Except they're afraid of me now, and they're giving me what I want. Because I threatened them with the union!

Oh how I love you BCGEU!

Should have done this in the first place.
Now they're giving me what I want, my proper pay, and they're actually sucking up to me trying to figure out what i have on them!

This is manipulation at it's greatest!
(I gave manipulation up on a certain day outside a movie theater more than a year ago because of a certain special person.)


BUT!

It's a moral-less corporation that's been screwing over 2000 employee's for a while now.

David Vs. Goliath.


haha, that emotion is so funny.
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]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/16426600/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/16426600/ Wed, 16 Jan 2008 03:30:35 PST

I'm buying a bigger bed tomorrow.

]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/16121254/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/16121254/ Thu, 27 Dec 2007 09:28:54 PST

for four years, progression into the prophecies will grow.

]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/15736774/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/15736774/ Fri, 30 Nov 2007 15:26:47 PST
So that's was an awesome suprise for my birthday.

Anyways, I was depressed. A depression that was very severe almost everyday for 8-9 years.

1 Year later I'm in Vancouver, and look back at the previous year I've been here.
I've felt healthy all year mostly.
My sleep patterns are alot less sporatic and alot more managable.
I do see certain things anymore.
I felt a happyness I've only ever felt when I was an igonorant little kid.
Things that would easily upset, don't phase me one bit.
I'm making a sheeetload of progress in regards to my aspirations and potential career.
I'm very content, and things can only get better from NOW on until the day everythings falls to peices.
So I'm finally in a place and state of mind where I can appreciate the Now.

]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/15687658/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/15687658/ Tue, 27 Nov 2007 00:32:14 PST
at work, graveyard shift...

Tired from whistler yesturday, big ups greb.

]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/15512997/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/15512997/ Wed, 14 Nov 2007 20:18:18 PST
And still love them...

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2 days bilated happy deviant year.

wow I've got the shittiest art posted. I think I might delete all this crap and just update with my actual art. This is kind of a joke...

ha, people only know me by my deviantart, or by my old ass toy ass tags.

It's funny.

Anywho, happy year people. Thanks to whoever looks at this crap. <3 ]]> ~Paintcoveredhands http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/9801703/ http://Paintcoveredhands.deviantart.com/journal/9801703/ Mon, 21 Aug 2006 07:58:20 PDT
But I got soo fuckin high from the fumes I've been inhaling the past couple days.
I've been using a respirator, but wow... Montana fumes are ruthless.

Anyways, killing all those braincells was worth the characters I've been dropin in lise's house.

She's gonna get back and scream, and love them <3

And now her roommate wants me to paint a mural in his room.

Then I'm going to paint the stairwell.

Fuck, it's gonna be a big bomber mural! ]]> ~Paintcoveredhands