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                <title>What a joke. Things I wish I didn't write.</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 10 Aug 2009 17:21:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I keep stumbling across items and images that I immediately want to share with you.<br /><br />So infectious that the perplexity of items I have to share is beautiful.<br /><br />But you're not there.<br /><br />I want to be in love again.<br /><br />With you<br /><br />I had a dream the other night. We are at a party. You know the type with awesome bass, costumes and fire.<br /><br />We were distant toward each other, the feeling of tensions and incompleteness was strong.<br /><br />And some how, some how. We came together, stepping closer like idiots dancing, paying to much attention to not step on feet.<br /><br />There were these "I don't knows" and "Are you sure" being passed between us.<br /><br />I don't know the moment we faced each other, or how the words played out, we kissed.<br /><br />Such longing for this moment.<br /><br />A beauty<br /><br />Perfection<br /><br />As I embraced the texture of your lips my dream was pulled away.<br /><br />Alone<br /><br />There I was, in my bed, with only myself for company.<br /><br />We crossed paths that day. But only paths, never meeting in the intersection.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Blending</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Dec 2008 17:17:50 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry I have not been around the last few days to turn anything new out.  I've been taking some time out to teach my self Blender.  Blender is an open source 3D animation and production package.  It's interface is a bit hard to get used to, but I hope to use it along with 3DS MAX to create some stellar CGI of mental imagery.  I'll also be working a lot with Sara helping her bring her graphic novel to fruition.<br /><br />Namaste<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>null</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 26 Sep 2008 23:39:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It is just a matter of perception. You create and navigate your own reality choosing what information is relevant to you and disregarding information that is not. Your mind operates under action potential and bias. Thus is the illusion of reality and choice. The sum of given circumstances, exposure to information and experience builds tiers of relevance in the unconcious mind. This system of relavance is meant to be taken for granted, invisible under the veil of desire and dislike. People who are indoctrinated, for example, into religion and a conservative lifestyle tend to have most of their experience and information garnered to form their own reality, displacing liberalism and outstanding religious beliefs. The latter can also be applied to the tree hugging hippie who's influence and cultural makeup produce an alternate paradigm of reality. In truth, both of their spiritual views and cultural views are completely valid for the makeup of their reality. The action potential is the sum of all data and experience giving rise to the manifestation of will and choice. Even more so, reality, or the illusion there of, is a circular system where you project your will outward to shape the experience of reality and thus your perception of reality can change and will affect the future outcome of reality and it's perception. When one stops to look inward and explore the makeup of oneself you can get a glimpse of the mechanics involved in what choice you project on reality and why or what you choose to see, believe, accept, refute and ignore. To be enlightened is to see all aspects of the self and it's role in the interaction of perception, choice and how it shapes ones own reality. To trancend this point of self and see all realities, yours and the others that manifest is no simple thing. It requires great self exploration and self understanding, as well as understanding others and exploring them. Only the idiot thinks they know everything.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Insanity</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 30 Oct 2007 09:49:44 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am slowly losing my mind.  I wake up in the morning every day and the second light greets my eyes I think of you.  I spend much more of my mental time entertaining memories of you and dreams of you than I would like to admit.  Actually, to be honest it gets in my way a little.  It makes me fragile under the surface though I keep this a secrete.  It makes me stircrazy.  It's okay.  I love you.<br />
<br />
I want to live with you.  I want to create with you.  I want to mary you and see your face grow old.  I want to know what your smile will look like on the face of our daughter.  I will forgive you for your tragedies.  I want to stand in the center of the fire and be burned along side you for bewitching my soul.<br />
<br />
You tell me you want this too.  I make a choice.  I choose to believe you and love you like you do.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>ALEX GREY</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Oct 2007 17:05:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Oh my god I'm going to San Francisco this Friday night to see Alex Grey give a lecture along with his wife Alison Grey.  I'm am so totally stoked.  And the after party.....  live art and great trance music.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>of late</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 Sep 2007 16:17:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ahh.... what an odd life I have been living of late.  The interactions between human beings both inside and outside of the center of my life has been complex.  Broken hearts, mended hearts, torn ideas, new ground covered, reconnections and beautiful new souls are but a few of the intrinsic parts of my being.<br />
<br />
Out of all of this comes a torrent of art.  A need that is felt deep within my ego to shape my id and push forward with new understanding and desire to evolve as a person.  As I evolve so to will my art and my ideas.<br />
<br />
There are people of whom I give the greatest of respect to over the last few months of my life.  People that stood by me and held my hand through the hardest moments and gave me a push when I felt unmovable.<br />
<br />
There is Colter who came into my life by way of a friend of a lover.  We found within each other an understanding and built a great friendship.<br />
<br />
There is Jaclyn who helped me to better understand myself and though suffered along side me in my misery, still had the strength to be my friend and extend her selflessness towards me.<br />
<br />
To Josh whom helped me regain my insides and dwell not on the past but start making footsteps in the sand of my future.<br />
<br />
And for Sara who had to break my heart to show me what I can be.<br />
<br />
There are still an unsettling pile of questions in my life.  I assume there will always be.  But for now the pile is smaller, or at least appears to be.  Hence I don't mind diving in so much now and trying to climb to the top.  The in box is getting emptied and the out box is filling up.<br />
<br />
My book is still being written.  The pages of ideas are still being sketch.  Software is still being learned.<br />
<br />
There are others that have given me their love and patience as well.  I have not forgotten you.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Aldozapan</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2007 09:23:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It came on with sudden furiousness. His heart danced salsa in his chest. Was there pain in his eyes as his pupils dilated beyond use? And then a wash. A flow of cool breeze and calm over came him. The edges of reality eroded away from the outside of his vision in. Geometric shapes merged and formed latices with infinite vertices of interconnectivity. Each branch of a lattice was talking to him, singing, vibrating with beauty. Beauty that he had never seen. Tears broke free from his black holed eyes. His heart was full of joy and peace, every inch of skin talked to him like it was being caressed, his hair sticking out like antenna catching conversations with the air around him. His vision was no longer before him like a projection, it was all around him. There no longer existed the empty space behind his head, peripheral vision was no longer.<br />
<br />
Like a light bulb that just got a dose of high voltage one of the lattices grew bright and consumed his attention, swallowed him whole. He became nothing. He was floating in a white sea, water was touching his legs and Michelle came walking towards him from the ether of his dreams. She was beautiful and naked. Her skin was translucent and covered with images and interacting shapes like a divine language having a conversation with it's self. She spoke words with out sound. Heard them in the bowels of his mind like an echo "I love you. Give me peace. Here is our garden of life". And her skin became more translucent until it's transparency gave way to a mesh of vines twisting around like knotted up ivy. She was no longer Michelle but a tree growing into the ground. Branches moved forth and and traced feelings about him.<br />
<br />
Grabbing one branch with his own hand he saw not fingers and palm but branches of his own. He was a tree. He was rooting, drinking water from the earth, basking in sunlight from the sky, a pillar between heaven and earth. Seasons came and went, birds danced in his head, bees drank from his flowers, spiders made webs in his trunks, snakes coiled under his shade.<br />
<br />
And then his own branches became people, people he knew, people he didn't. He was the father of his own world and watched lives he did not know live and die inside of himself.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Enders Game</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 09 Jun 2006 11:55:47 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ The the verbal and typeset profanity of your disappointment regarding the end of our relationship is understandable to certain degrees of my willingness to put up with it.  It causes me grate pain and stamps wood carved pictures of hate.  I understand what was is now a shattered glass that will never again hold anything but the memory of exploding shards. <br />
<br />
Therefore you should stop poking around the edges of my life looking for teeth drowning in ashes of a creamated union.  I know all the pain that is there and the need to know and the small voice that will not let go.<br />
<br />
You can say I don't understand as much as you want, as strong as you need, but I do.<br />
<br />
I understand.  I've been in that city.  I've danced with it's citizens.<br />
<br />
I've burned bridges too.<br />
<br />
---------------------<br />
Why does hate lend more to success then love? ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Feb 2006 00:21:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ bring all that i am bare and cold at yout your feet.  let my toe nails be numb and not know of the step that lays before them.  let my dreams remain and my ingnorance absolved.  let chapters be written and stories unfold.  but, please, please, do not close this chapter of my life for it is yet un written.<br />
<br />
the book is unfinished. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Poetry and Art</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Nov 2004 21:02:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Time to show<br /><br />Well...<br />
<br />
This Friday i will be performing some  live poetry and showing some of my  artwork at a show in Sacramento, CA.   There should be a large turnout.<br />
<br />
I'm still deciding what pieces to show.   If you have the time to pick through  some of my work here on DA please let  me know which ones are your favorites  as I need to narrow down what pieces I  want to show.  Your input is very  valuable to me!  I need to know by this  Thursday.<br />
<br />
On another note I will also be on the  radio at 10-11PM PST, December the 11th  (the night before my birthday).  The  radio station is 90.3FM KDVS.  It's a  college station from UC Davis  California.  You can tune in on line at <a href="http://kdvs.org/"> [link]</a> .<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>roots</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 07 Nov 2004 15:49:00 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Did you know...<br /><br />That Sarah McLachlan made her debut on  the record 'Manufactur - Terrorvision'.<br />
<br />
Food for thought.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Slow</title>
                <link>http://alteredworks.deviantart.com/journal/3763917/</link>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 05 Nov 2004 20:57:40 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ DA is so slow that my 10 megabits  connection makes no difference. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>10 things I can not stand</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 20 Oct 2004 13:32:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Mood:</b> Lazy<br />
<b>Listening to:</b> Saul Williams<br />
<b>Reading:</b> Genesis and the Big Bang<br />
<b>Watching:</b> Meet the Febles<br />
<br />
1> Bumper stickers that say "My kids on  honor roll at..."<br />
<br />
2> Those stupid little Christian fish,  multiply my dislike by ten if they have  a school of them<br />
<br />
3> Anything that says hottie, princes or  something of the like<br />
<br />
4> Window stickers that say  "Psychopathic", I think it's  Psychopathetic<br />
<br />
5> People that don't signal<br />
<br />
6> Anything that says Jesus is Lord<br />
<br />
7> Kids that wear bondage gear and  spikes that they purchased from Hot  Topic and then complain about people  treating them 'different'<br />
<br />
8> American flags on Japanese and  European cars<br />
<br />
9> Raw tomatoes<br />
<br />
10> Feeling like I've lost all hope in  my fellow humans<br />
<br />
I'm in a good mood.  Really I am. <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Saved</title>
                <link>http://alteredworks.deviantart.com/journal/3623853/</link>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 19 Oct 2004 00:59:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ No one is saving the world.<br />
<br />
We are all going to end up in the  capitol corporate driven system of life  seen in Akira or Bladerunner.<br />
<br />
Alone... ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Oct 2004 15:13:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Mood:</b> Forgetful<br />
<b>Listening to:</b> Jazz Butchers<br />
<b>Reading:</b> Genesis and the Big Bang<br />
<b>Watching</b> Super Size Me<br />
<br />
Do you spend your time remembering your  memories or do you spend your time  imagining your future?<br />
<br />
My tears are saltier than ever<br />
My dreams more vibrant than life ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Oct 2004 11:16:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Korbel + Hypnotic = pain ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>1986 Chevy Astro Van</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 19:10:12 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <b>Mood:</b> Wiped out and a little randy <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<b>Listening to:</b> Wumpscut<br />
<b>Watching:</b> Matchstick Men<br />
<br />
I'm the Astro Van Man<br />
<br />
I Drive a 1986 Chevy Astro Van that  sports a 4.3L V6 engine, a small  transmission fluid leak among other  operating nuances.<br />
<br />
It's two toned Royal Blue and Light  Blue with a few randomly selected areas  of oxidation.  It sports a decent  stereo system of which I've augmented  with a subwoofer.  It's a great machine  for helping people move and for taking  a crew of 8 to the beach.<br />
<br />
You can often find me driving by jr.  high schools really slow sporting a  pair of thick coke bottom glasses  waring a checkered flannel shirt and a  bumper sticker that says "Bush Chaney  04'".<br />
<br />
Of course this is just a tasteless  joke.  I actually have 20/20 vision, I  tend to speed and I hat Bush.<br />
<br />
I do drive an Astro Van though.<br />
<br />
Which I just put $50 in the tank and it  didn't fill the monster up.<br />
<br />
Two things I <i>do</i>like about driving the  van is the fact I can see over the next  three cars in front of me and I get to  intimidate small compact cars.<br />
<br />
Look out rice rockets there's a van  that wont let you cut them off roaming  around. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Dev-bot-ed</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 15 Oct 2004 12:56:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ alteredworks,<br />
<br />
Your deviation, listed below, has been  moved from its current category as it  was determined that it did not adhere  to the submission guidelines of the  gallery it was found in. The deviation  will retain all of its comments and  statistics. The updated information is  as follows:<br />
<br />
<em>URL</em>: <a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/11428424/">[link]</a><br />
<em>Title</em>: Taste<br />
<em>Submitted</em>: 2004-10-14 4:04:20 pm<br />
<em>Original Category</em>: Photography: Art  Photography: People & Portraits: Fetish  Portraits<br />
<em>New Category</em>: Photography: Art  Photography: People & Portraits: Emotive  Portraits<br />
<br />
This notice requires no further action  on your behalf. In the future, please  take heed of the gallery descriptions  that are presented to you when a  deviation is submitted or edited. These  descriptions detail the submission  guidelines for the galleries and  categories being submitted to. Making  note of these guidelines will help to  avoid corrections of this nature in the  future.If you feel that you are  receiving this notice in error, or have  questions regarding it, then visit the <a href="http://help.deviantart.com/"> deviantART Help Desk</a> to submit your  inquiry. It should be noted that <b> replies to this note will go unanswered</b> , as it has been sent from an automated  messaging system.<br />
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<b>"Please take heed of the gallery  descriptions that are presented to you  when a deviation is submitted or  edited."</b><br />
<br />
no fucking shit...<br />
...and add macro photography back in  while you're at it. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Bang!</title>
                <link>http://alteredworks.deviantart.com/journal/3590488/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 14 Oct 2004 16:50:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mood: Finally getting away from the  stress<br />
Listening to: New Model Army<br />
Watching: Some bug crawl across the  wall<br />
<br />
Slowing down off the freeway and  suddenly there is an explosion in my  tail pipe.  Whu?  The Van has never  done that.<br />
<br />
And then it died...<br />
<br />
...and wouldn't start.<br />
<br />
I've spent the past few weeks trying to  fix things that will not work such as  my car, my printer, my camera, my life  etc...<br />
<br />
At least I got the car running, this is  however after I've lost the skin on  most of my knuckles, broken my stereo  in the process, found out I needed a  special tool to reach my spark plugs.   Vans suck.<br />
<br />
Now that printer!  My wonderful new  EPSON 4000 octochrome  printer that is  here to replace my dying laser printer  works fine.  The RIP software that  allows me to print postscript files to  it that costed a cool grand does not  work.  I spent all day trying to get a  human from their tech support to talk  to me.<br />
<br />
Man....<br />
<br />
I'm famished<br />
<br />
*chews on pencil* ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>banner ads</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Oct 2004 20:41:33 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ You know that stupid banner that's been  floating on top of your DA page?<br />
<br />
The one about making your own custom  t-shirts.<br />
<br />
Yeah, big fucking whoop I can do that  shit at work too.<br />
<br />
Recently for a skinny friend of mine I  made one that says "I eat carbs.". ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 29 Sep 2004 09:40:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ From lowbrow.com;<br />
<br />
So, then... i'm thinking the people of  Japan, China, and Korea must get tatoos  of really lame words written in english? ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>DAWTF</title>
                <link>http://alteredworks.deviantart.com/journal/3430769/</link>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 23 Sep 2004 17:18:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ C'mon I get a fav on one of my linspire  images and the fucker never makes it  onto the main contest page for that day. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>GOing somewhere</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 22 Sep 2004 19:30:46 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Does anyone out there play GO?<br />
<br />
I'm missing opponents... ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>LineSpire</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 19 Sep 2004 13:47:51 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ya know I've been living in the  postscript world for some time now.  In  my experience most people do not make  clean postscript  files.  When I say  clean I mean odd unpainted polygons and  a poor use of masking.   I always try  to make my illustrations as clean as I  can because I know that at some other  point another graphic designer will  have to use what I have created.<br />
<br />
I hate reverse engineering another  designers poor sloppy work.<br />
<br />
In case is the LineSpire logo.  It used  masked gradients to produce the shading  effects used in its appearance.  I had  to rebuild the logo to get rid of the  masking effects and add in some spot  color control.  What program did they  use to make the logo?  For the love of  god I hope it was not Corel Draw  *projectile vomits*.<br />
<br />
I guess I'm a little arrogant in this  regard, but Illustrator is the best  software for producing vector format  files.  It's made by Adobe, the people  that set standard for encapsulated post  script. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>MOMA and fish</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 18 Sep 2004 11:10:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well it's off the the Museum of Modern  Art with me today.  Maybe I'll pick up  some fresh halibut while I'm San  Francisco to cook for dinner... ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 14 Sep 2004 10:51:48 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ please don't feed the... ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>All Hallows Eve</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 13 Sep 2004 19:39:05 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well.. It's time to through our annual  Halloween party again.<br />
<br />
If there's any one interested in coming  let me know and I'll give you the  skinny. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>shooting it up</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2004 17:14:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Ever shot a gun?  If so what kind? ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 31 Aug 2004 09:33:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Prozackathon ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Bussy Be</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 26 Aug 2004 12:47:32 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Sorry folks that I haven't been very  active these past few days in returning  your comments and giving you my own  feedback.  Works been a little busy  lately and I'm bushed.  ZZzZzz z  z  ....<br />
<br />
I'll try to get some comments out if I  get the time today.<br />
<br />
I did get a new CD from the photolab  who botched my scans only to find a  more useless CD.  I swear, is it really  that hard to scan a black and white  neg?<br />
<br />
I'm going to see if I can get accesses  to the photography department at the  local paper.  Since I used to work  there and know the photo editor there's  a chance they might let me use their  scanner which I KNOW scans black and  white negs just fine.  If they do then  I've got a lot of really excellent  shots to share including some of my  macro work.<br />
<br />
8 page views away from 4000!!!<br />
Kick ass! ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Whu?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 20 Aug 2004 17:28:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Mood:  Out fucking standing<br />
Listening to: Alton Ellis - Rocksteady<br />
<br />
     So I come into work today and some  of the old metal rack shelves in my  office have been replaced with much  nicer wood ones.  I have a new Epson  Stylus Pro 4000 <a href="http://www.epson.com/cgi-bin/Store/WideFormat/WideFormatDetail.jsp?BV_UseBVCookie=yes&infoType=Overview&oid=-11261&category=Wide+Format+Printers">[link]</a> coming next week  to replace my dying laser printer.   They gave me and a few long time  employees cellphones to keep and use on  a company plan.  And... I got a raise!<br />
<br />
Uh, yeah... It's been a god day.<br />
<br />
Now I'm off to the photo lab.  They're  giving another shot to rescan  the negs  for me.  They offered me a refund but  the scan price was only 4 bucks so I  don't really care.  Let's hope they  come out better<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br />
<br />
Cheers. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>PISSED OFF!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 18 Aug 2004 20:02:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I am so completely pissed off!<br />
<br />
I finally found a local shop that would  do my black and white film.  I took a  roll of Kodak 400 T-Max Black & White  film there to get processed today and  they told me some of the shots were  "hot" as in to much contrast.  I've  shot my share of this film at exactly  this speed and while contrasty they  still hold a lot of midtones, better  than color film.  I paid them to  develop the film and scan it to CD.   What I got back was a nightmare!<br />
<br />
All the scans are almost pure contrast.   No mid tones.  No pleasant warm grays.   Just black and white.  To top it off  there is so much noise in the scans you  would think that I had used 3200 speed  film!  Im no pro, I've only been doing  photography for a year now, but I know  enough to realize I got fucked.<br />
<br />
I did check the negs and there is  plenty of image detail in them.  On the  edges of objets in my scans are strong  contrasting light outlines as if an  over excessive amount of unsharpened  masked was used.  If I'd used a  specific film to get that effect I'd be  pleased, but getting crap back from  what is a really nice roll of shots  pisses me off so much that god took  notice of my toilet.<br />
<br />
Stab in the back.<br />
<br />
I dropped a color roll of 400 off at a  different lab and I was let down.  Not  by the work they did because it was  great, but rather the roll I had  processed.  Another random roll of  stupid people getting drunk.  And I did  go out of my way to have them scanned  to CD.<br />
<br />
I thought I'd post a great array of  pics tonight, but I'll only post one.   Erg...  Maybe two are three then  re-upload.<br />
<br />
None the less I'm going back to the  photo lab manyana and demanding a fix.   If they do not provide me with one then  I will get them scanned somewhere els  and give them visual evidence that I  was screwed like a mounting racket for  a tacky painting.<br />
<br />
Ahh... *Finishes rant*<br />
<br />
Ever notice that the difference between  pleasant and peasant is one 'L'...  ...  Food for thought people, food for  thought. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Martini</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 16 Aug 2004 14:10:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I could use a drink.  I know it's only  1:42 Post Meridian...<br />
<br />
But, I could use a drink.  Make it a  Martini, extra dry with Bombay Sapphire  and two olives.  Up, no ice, I hate it  when I get ice in my martinis.<br />
<br />
Good god it's a slow moving day.<br />
<br />
I went to get some film processed over  the weekend.  Nothing special just a  few rolls of color film I had on ice.   I knew that one roll was from Santa  Cruz for I actually took the time to  label it.  The other I swear was from  SF and I knew there was some great  shots on that roll... So I paid extra  to have the negs scanned to CD.  What I  got back was one of my friends lame  roll of shots and a CD full of their  photos.  How did that end up with my  film? ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Why?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 13 Aug 2004 11:57:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Why do people keep drawing pictures of  Marilyn Manson.<br />
<br />
*barf*<br />
<br />
People used to make their own culture  until MTV 'betamaxed' them out.<br />
<br />
Have your own style.  Worship yourself  and your friends.  Idolize a god or  deity.  But please god please quit  worshiping and idolizing pop culture  icons.<br />
<br />
Fan art. *dry heaves*<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
<br />
Oh yeah...  Stop shopping at Hot Topic.   It's no different than shopping at the  Gap. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 Aug 2004 09:10:36 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Man I got blasted last night from to  much drinking.<br />
<br />
One moment I'm working on a photomanip  and the next I'm eating the floor.<br />
<br />
The floor, that's where I found my self  when I woke up this morning. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Something...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2004 21:09:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Listening: to VNV Nation<br />
Mood: forgotten<br />
Desire: Null<br />
<br />
Art bleeds when you seem to be  forgotten.<br />
Dreams bead when when you try to stay  awake.<br />
<br />
like drops of passion they caress my  brow.<br />
salty<br />
wet<br />
real<br />
<br />
the taste of tears crying forth from my  skin<br />
the burden of a close sun...<br />
<br />
No, I am not in the best of moods. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>A Photo manip</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Aug 2004 20:53:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well past time do do one... ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Monterey Jack</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2004 16:57:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This past weekend I spent in the  beautiful city of Monterey California.<br />
<br />
The weather was perfect and the sky  opened up to meet the see in a stunning  azure.  Small roaming clouds like  herded sheep dotted the sky here and  there.  Cranking out the polarizer for  the camera yielded some navy colors in  the sky and a patina in the sea.<br />
<br />
The food.  Oh god the food.  My mouth  still wets at the thought of the  halibut I ate.<br />
<br />
The drive home was no less of a wonder.   Coming up the coast on highway 1  dotted with small towns and endless  groves of strawberry patches was  relaxing.  I had the Ocean on my right  till I made San Francisco.<br />
<br />
This pisser.  My Pentax Spotomatic some  how got the film speed stuck on 1600!!!   I ended up having to shoot everything  using the Minolta 7xi.  While the  Minolta is an excellent camera the lens  I have for it can't touch the quality  of the Takumar lens I use on the  Pentax.  I was pist.....<br />
<br />
But small beans.  Photos to come,  you'll see...... ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Background Check</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 03 Aug 2004 11:19:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ (1)What is your name? Jordan<br />
(2) Are you happy with it? Yes<br />
(3) Are you named after anyone? No<br />
(4) Your nicknames: Mr. Pink<br />
(5) Your screen name: AlteredWorks<br />
(6) Would you name a child of yours  after you? Not vain enough<br />
(7) Then what would you name your  children? Sage or Rosemary<br />
(8) If you were born a member of the   opposite sex, what would you have been  called? Probably Jordan<br />
(9) If you could switch names with a   friend, who would that be? None of them<br />
(10) Are there any   mispronunciations/typos that people do   with your name? All the time!<br />
(11) Would you drop your last name if  you became famous? Never, Vincint Price  kept his.<br />
(12) Your gender: Male<br />
(13) Straight/gay/bi? Flaming  Hedrosexual<br />
(14) Single? Who wants to know?<br />
(15) do you want to be? Why?<br />
(16) Your birth date: December 12th,  1975<br />
(17) Your age: 28<br />
(18) Age you act: 20, 5 when I'm sick<br />
(19) Age you wish you were: 21 for ever<br />
(20) Your height: 5'7"<br />
(21) The color of your eyes: Hazel<br />
(22) Happy with it? Very<br />
(23) The color of your hair: Brunette<br />
(24) Happy with it? Yup<br />
(25) Left/right/ambidextrous? Right  hand on the mouse left on the keyboard<br />
(26) Your living arrangement? Oddball  roommates<br />
(27) Your family: Within nagging  distance<br />
(28) Have any pets? No<br />
(29) What's your job: Graphic Designer<br />
(30) Piercing? Yes<br />
(31) Tattoos? On the way<br />
(32) Obsessions? Plenty<br />
(33) Addictions? To many<br />
(34) Do you collect anything? Martini  glasses<br />
(35) Do you speak another language?  ...does slang count?<br />
(36) Have a favorite quote? Shit in one  hand and wish in the other and see  which one fills up quicker<br />
(37) Do you have a web page? No<br />
(38) Do you live in the moment? Is  there any other moment?<br />
(39) Do you consider yourself tolerant  of others? Yes<br />
(40) Do you have any secrets? Plenty<br />
(41) Do you hate yourself? Sometimes  but not often<br />
(42) Do you like your handwriting? No<br />
(43) Do you have any bad habits? Aren't  you perfect!  Of course<br />
(44) What is the compliment you get  most from people? Nice eyes.<br />
(45) If a movie was made about your  life, what would it be called? The  Birth & Death of An Ordinary Person<br />
(46) What's your biggest fear? Just  about anything that stings<br />
(47) Can you sing? Only in the shower<br />
(48) Do you ever pretend to be someone  else just to look cool? Never<br />
(49) Are you a loner? No<br />
(50) What are your no. 1 priorities in  life? To make it to the end kicking and  screaming all the way<br />
(51) If you were another person, would  you be friends with you? I'd like to  think so<br />
(52) Are you a daredevil? No<br />
(53) Is there anything you fear or hate  about yourself? My need for distraction<br />
(54) Are you passive or aggressive?  Neither<br />
(55) Have you got a journal? No<br />
(56) What is your greatest strength and  weakness? My intellect, my arrogance<br />
(57) If you could change one thing  about yourself, what would it be? To  pay my bills on time<br />
(60) Do you think you are emotionally  strong? Yes<br />
(61) Is there anything you regret  doing? Yes<br />
(62) Do you think life has been good so  far? For the most part, it's been more  good than bad<br />
(63) What is the most important lesson  you've learned from life? It's a lot  easier to clean up spilt milk if your  not busy crying about it<br />
(64) What do you like the most about  your body? My eyes<br />
(65) and the least? My teeth<br />
(67) Are you confident? Yes<br />
(68) What is the fictional character  you most like? I have no clue?<br />
(69) Do people know how you feel? Not  often<br />
(70) Are you perceived wrongly? I'm  fairly blunt<br />
<br />
DO YOU? <br />
(71) Smoke? Yes<br />
(72) Do drugs? Sometimes<br />
(73) Read the newspaper? No<br />
(74) Pray? Every once and a while<br />
(75) Go to church? No<br />
(76) Talk to strangers who IM you? Yes<br />
(77) Sleep with stuffed animals? No<br />
(78) Take walks in the rain? Yes!<br />
(79) Talk to people even though you  hate them? I can handle it, but I don't  like it<br />
(80) Drive? Yes<br />
(81) Like to drive fast? Yes<br />
(82) Like your voice? Yes<br />
(83) Hurt yourself? No<br />
<br />
HAVE YOU EVER? <br />
(84) Been out of the country? No<br />
(85) Eaten something that made other  people sick? Yes<br />
(86) Had sex? Yes<br />
(87) Been unfaithful? Never<br />
(88) Been in love? A couple of times<br />
(89) Done drugs? Yes, see #72<br />
(90) Gone skinny dipping? No<br />
(91) Had a medical emergency? Yes<br />
(92) Had a surgery? No<br />
(93) Ran away from home? No<br />
(95) Gotten beaten up? No<br />
(96) Beaten someone up? No<br />
(97) Been picked on? When I was little<br />
(98) Been on stage: Yes<br />
(99) Been so drunk that you know you're  supposed to go out on a date  w... ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Third times the charmer</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 27 Jul 2004 16:00:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I want everyone who reads this to ask  me 3 questions, no more no less. Ask me  anything you want.<br />
<br />
Then I want you to go to your journal,  copy and paste this allowing your  friends to ask you anything.<br />
 <br />
 <br />
You don't have to copy and paste it but  you DO have to ask me. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>A stone is inert</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 26 Jul 2004 11:10:03 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A stone does not suffer nor does it  care if it is cast upon a lake.   Though, a stone may be moved by ones  want, need, desire, drive and  suffering.  A lake does not care if a  stone is cast upon it, but it will move  for the stone. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>On top of the world</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 23 Jul 2004 09:48:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This past weekend I went to the top of  Mount Diablo here in California.  I was  particularly lucky that day because the  valley was so clear I could see all the  way to Sacramento and still see the  skyscrapers of San Francisco piercing  the fog to the west.<br />
<br />
At 4000 feet above sea level Mount  Diablo is the highest coastal mountain  in California.  At it's peak is a light  house and from this vantage point you  can see most of the east bay and a huge  portion of California's central valley.<br />
<br />
Lower down from the summit is an area  of large sandstone outcroppings dubbed  "Rock City".  The sandstone rocks  located there range in size from mere  boulders to ruble the size of houses.   Littered with carvings and tunnels dug  out by the wind Rock City is a very  strange and sometimes alien looking  scape.<br />
<br />
I did drag my SLR along with me, but  mostly I shot slide film. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>damn near my page</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 02 Jul 2004 18:50:50 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I went to log into DA and typed in my  page alteredworks . deviantart . com.<br />
<br />
But I forgot the art part of deviant  art.  To my surprise there's a web site  called alteredworks . deviant . com.<br />
<br />
I was a little pissed and amazed at the  same time. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Raise?</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 18 Jun 2004 09:29:14 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've raised the bar.  I've produced  some stunning artwork for work.<br />
<br />
I knew this was going to be a problem.   I knew that the increase in quality  would simply become expected.<br />
<br />
I had 'talk' with my boss in regards to  him wanting all of my artwork to look  this good.<br />
<br />
If I'm going to produce better artwork  then I want a raise.  It's that simple  to me.<br />
<br />
I work for a <b>fucking asshole!!!</b> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>DO NOT USE MY ACCOUNT EVER!!!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 08 Jun 2004 19:23:17 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I come home and log into the mac.   Everything looks just like I left it.<br />
<br />
Cept.....<br />
<br />
When I log into AIM all of my buddies  are missing and there's damn near 100  people in the list I do not know.<br />
<br />
What.    The.    Fuck.<br />
<br />
I look at my buddy list window and it  says "Buddy List; Jordan Price"<br />
<br />
Great.  Someone has been using my  account on the mac and using my aim as  their chat box.  Never mind how pissed  I get when someone leaves yahoo chat  set up to login into their account  automatically.<br />
<br />
My account, my settings.  My account,  my preferences.  Period.<br />
<br />
So.  After I trash the entire buddy  list and make a desktop (wallpaper for  you windblows users) theme that says  "DO NOT USE MY ACCOUNT EVER!!!" a  thought crosses my mind.<br />
<br />
I go up to the preferences for AIM and  look at it.  Sure enough, some one  changed my login prefs so that they  could use their AIM in my account.<br />
<br />
Oops.<br />
<br />
I've just erased someone's incredibly  large buddy list.<br />
<br />
Fuck it.  That's what you get for using  my account.<br />
<br />
*rant complete* ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Love in the dark</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2004 19:44:08 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I could taste perfume on her neck like  pills.  It's effect on me was  libidinous.  It's ramifications  dangerous.  Still there was that pallid  taste of pill.  The bitter chemical  pallet of the artificial.  It was  contrast.  Both enduring of fornication  and a pretense to the stink of latex.   There was strength in the smell and  refusal in it's flavor.<br />
<br />
Closed eyes, even open this setting was  still dark.  Only my hands could trace  the difference of her face.  Calluses  from working the tools of my trade have  reft the small subtle sensations needed  to enjoy what I could only imagine is  the satin shift of her skin.<br />
<br />
Small curses in the wind of my voice,  to subtle to be herd, to unimportant to  be needed, asked for light.  A sliver  of the moon looking in through a window  or a glowing but of a cigarette to  illuminate a balance between my numb  hands, that promising smell and the  refusing taste.<br />
<br />
There was nothing.  Just that smell and  a taste, a fragment of lust.  I could  have been dreaming.  I could be waking  slowly into a monday morning waiting to  be moored in work.<br />
<br />
I try to imagine, paint a picture of  her face in my mind so I might give  some upheaval to presence.  But, my  imagination like my hands were numb,  out of focus.  My need for something  more quickly became acute.<br />
<br />
I found it in her breath.  The sound of  a hussy.  It was rich with promise,  yielding in exhales under the fumbles  of lame fingers.  I road it like a  sailor sawing back and forth on waves  of exhales and slow deliberate inhales.<br />
<br />
I was sea sick, that damn taste of  pills. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Media</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 27 May 2004 13:36:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It seems that a lot of people can  afford color pencils, crayons and  markers but paper without ruled lines  is a bit out of budget.  Not that I'm  really complaining because I too have  endless sketches on ruled paper and a  collection of napkins.<br />
<br />
Usually I just leave the napkins on the  table after paying my bill.<br />
<br />
*rips drawing out of three ring binder* ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>What?</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 26 May 2004 13:46:34 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ First and foremost.  I am sick and  tired of seeing posts of unimaginative  inverted pictures.  God, it's like  people have never seen a negative  before....<br />
<br />
I log in...<br />
<br />
Huh?  What's this ad doing on top of my  page?<br />
Maybe it's just a glitch.<br />
I scroll down....<br />
Hey.  Where the hell did the most  recent visitors box go? Erg....<br />
I go in to my settings.....<br />
Hey there's no info here for that  option & DA is running a little faster  than normal.  Fuck it.<br />
I go and check my messages...<br />
What the hell!?  It's all ass  backwards.<br />
I glance up at my name and see the ~ in  place of the *.  Time to re-subscribe. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Be here now</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 25 May 2004 09:36:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Beyond my perception I have no idea the  world is there.<br />
<br />
Right now, right here, this is where I  know my soul is.<br><br> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>BW</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 24 May 2004 15:11:15 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Rip the color off the page.<br /><br />Let the red scrawls of this fading  sharpie die.  Pull back the sun  bleached yellow fiber of this cheep  office paper and ram your ink dripping  roller ball through it's torn surface.   Scratch lines of penmanship and  sketches of crap. Force those numb  fingers to do something graphic.<br><br>I don't even want to see the grayish  smudge of a No. 2 pencil.<br />
<br />
I only want to see black, and white.<br />
<br />
*I need coffee* ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>WTF?</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2004 18:58:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ What happened?<br /><br />I just noticed that DAprints.com is  gone.  It's now been replaced by  prints.deviant art.com.  What a bunch  of shit.  The old web site was great.   It was geared towards consumers  shopping for posters. It was really  easy to interface with and find  posters.<br />
<br />
Now it's just another extension of DA.   It's once wonderful and consumer  friendly design is now gone.  It's ease  of use has been replaced by the  daunting mundane seachability of DA.<br />
<br />
It does offer more exposure to artists,  but I feel that most consumers will be  put off by it's over simplistic  interface and the fact that they have  to search though tons of artwork that  will most likely be of little interest  to them.<br><br>It sucks. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Devious Journal Entry</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 16 May 2004 02:45:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ <br><br> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>God is dead</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 14 May 2004 22:41:13 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Do you want to read a great book?<br /><br />Then read "Toeing Jehovah" by: James   Morrow.  You'll probably find it in the  science fiction section. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/reader/0156002108/ref=sib_dp_pt/103-5667034-3374263#reader-page">[link]</a><br><br>...read it. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>My XP</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 13 May 2004 19:48:09 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A $2,500 Toy<br /><br />My XP.  No, not windows XP *shudders*  but my Roland XP-50 synth.<br />
<br />
I purchased this amazing machine back  in 1996.  It was top of the line back  then.  There was no better synth on the  market.  It did everything.<br />
<br />
With this music tool I've created hours  and hours of music.  Mainly I've  focused on *coughs* techno.  I've made  trance, house, jungle, drum n' bass,  acid everything and just about any type  of electronica you can think of.  Yes,  I even snuck some new age in there.<br />
<br />
New age.<br />
<br />
I was one of those dorks in high school  that LOVED new age music. The first  Sunday of every month you would find me  in my room taping the heartbeats show  off of public radio with it's host  Lloyd Barty.<br />
<br />
Synthisizers were the main tool used  for this new era of music.  Little did  I know there was a whole other world of  music waiting for me.<br />
<br />
For years I drooled over having a  Roland keyboard.  It would give me the  acoustic canvas to create my sonic  imagination.  But, at 17 how could I  possibly afford such an expensive tool.   Like all artifacts of creativity our  tools to make art are murderously  expensive and most of us are poor.<br />
<br />
Jump a few years into the future.  I'm  in the punk rock scene.  I wouldn't say  that I was a punk rocker because I  dressed like a ska boy.  Fuck it.  I  had just purchased my Roland XP-50  music work station.  I was itching to  make some new age.<br />
<br />
I went to a rave.<br />
<br />
This was in the early stages of raves,  before it became candy ridden with  teenagers sucking on pacifiers.  No, I  did not do any drugs (cept nitrous),  but I did smoke a few packs of cloves.<br />
<br />
Hooked.<br />
<br />
Where had I been.  Where was this music  hiding all my life.  I switched from  new age to techno.  One of the things I  like the most about techno is how  elastic it can be for creativity.  It  was like new age with a beat.<br />
<br />
8 years later and and tons of techno  made with my synth, like me are showing  it's age.  A good friend of mine works  at a local music store and recently  brought home for play Roland's new top  synth.  When I bought my synth it did  everything I could imagine.  After  years of making music I became familiar  with it's short comings.  Now,  everything I want in a synth is in this  machine.  It costs only a mere $2,000  bucks.<br />
<br />
Let me see.  Paint, ink, canvas, film,  lenses, audio gear, etc...  I don't see  it on my list soon.  But, god, I want  one.<br><br>For those of you that hate techno you  should know that it's not all that  happy bouncy stuff.  It covers  everything from hip-hop to house,  trance to drum n' bass, trip hop to  synthpop.  You all listen to some form  of electronica in one way or the other,  that is, unless you've been listening  to nothing but 60's music for the last  4 and a half decades. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Time</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 May 2004 11:13:52 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Time keeps on slipping, slipping,  slipping...<br />
...like fat giant on a banana peel.<br /><br />And then there's that thud when the  weight of his burden comes crashing  down on your life.  Gasping harshly for  air until your lungs bleed fire you  struggle beneath his girth.  You  fingernails  buckle and brake apart as  you claw desperately from under him.   You think to yourself 'No, not like  this.  I have so much more to do.'.   Then you peek the clock just beyond  your reach and it's time to go home  from work.<br><br>Suddenly the giant stands up brushes  himself off, turns and asks if you are  alright. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Astro Van Man</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 11 May 2004 09:55:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Big Blue<br /><br />No, I'm not talking about IBM.  I'm  talking about my Van.  In desperate  need for a car I finally got one.<br />
<br />
Cheap.<br />
<br />
I mean really cheap.  It was a steal.   It's a late 80's Chevy Astro Van in  blue, complete with calico spots of  fading paint.  It runs great and gives  me the freedom to get out and shoot  more photography.<br />
<br />
Gas.<br />
<br />
No, not from dinner but in the tank.   It FUCKING! eats gas.  Out here in Cali  where gas is running 2.35 cents a  gallon it costs me 60 bukcs to fill it  up and it goes fast.<br><br>Well, at least it's fun to drive. ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>When</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Mar 2004 13:04:36 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Time...<br /><br />Let's see, I've not done one DA thing  in a month!!!<br />
<br />
Though I have shot 8 Rolls of film.....<br><br> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Chilled</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 04 Mar 2004 19:08:18 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Good Music, Plenty of Work and a  Healthy Sex Drive<br /><br />Finally I get a little bit of down time  to upload some of the photography that  I recently have been doing.  Life has  been ever so distracting.  I  "cofounded" a photomanipulation page  with Anna and I've yet to really  return.  This is due to a total lack of  time and also because I'm currently not  in a photomanip mood.  It's always  something creative, but it's ALWAYS one  at a time.  Good god my messages as it  is reads   1H | 5M | 41C | 38D | 17J |  1N  .   Erg!<br />
<br />
Well, I was going to do an open mic for  a poetry show in Vallejo, CA this  evening, but seeing how I forgot....  Huh? Oh Yeah.  But since I forgot I'll  simply put it off.  It WILL be there in  the future.<br />
<br />
And I will hopefully be buying a car at  the end of this month, a Toyota Camery.   If I do I'm going to head down south  and say what's up to *skantfa.<br><br>And since I got so few people wanting  tales I'll keep it heads up.<br />
<br />
<br />
God I'm horny tonight. -J ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>Do you?</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 Feb 2004 19:44:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Do you really want to know my secretes.<br /><br />There is two sides to every coin.  Ever  wonder what I have for tales?<br><br> ]]></description>
                <author>~alteredworks</author>
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                <title>pick it up</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Feb 2004 13:06:26 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Right foot, left foot.<br />
<br />
Some times you get so used to looking  at the ground you forget how beautiful  the sky can be.  You hurry your burdens  with the falling weight of each heal on  the ground.  Your shoulders hang low  and try to caress your lower back while  your eyes only look inches in front of  your falling footsteps.<br />
<br />
You look up and see the sky in it's  beautiful cyan and the clouds painting  the dome of the heavens that you can  never quit reach.  There are people  there, friends, family, foes....  And  you wonder how long you've been walking  around dragging yourself along like a  ritalin riddled child.<br />
<br />
Then you remember that you have to push  on.  That each step you take forward  requires a trust of your feet, a trust  in the ground.  Then maybe you can look  up at the sky just a little more often.<br />
<br />
Because, you never make it very far if  you're always looking only at bare  inches in front of your feet.<br />
<br />
<img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/r/roseblack.gif" width="15" height="18" alt=":blackrose:" title="Black Rose" /> ]]></description>
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