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To all of you who have shown support I thank you and I will remember you fondly.

GOODBYE

"said the raven...Nevermore"

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please dont judge me


I AM BACK! THE DUST HAS FINALLY SETTLED.....AND I NOW HAVE TIME TO RESUME MY WORK. I APOLOGIZE TO ALL OF MY FRIENDS HERE @ DA FOR MY ABSCENCE LATELY....LIFE JUST KINDA GETS THE HELL IN THE WAY.

As some of you may know....I run a gas station. I had hired a young gentleman to come and work for me....and I have known this little peckerhead for quite some time. SEEMED like a good kid. So now, let me ask you this....."IF YOU ARE IN A GAS STATION.....WOULD IT BE A good IDEA, TO START PLAYING WITH MATCHES?" Keep in mind....you're standing on top of 100,000 litres of flammable/volitile fluid. Can you say BOOM?!?! Then the little bastard robbed us blind, over three weeks......1000's of $$ worth of stock, and hundreds of $$ in cash. I WALKED IN and CANNED HIS SORRY ASS.

Our stock....and Payroll.....ended up in the wrong place....people not showing up for work.....my neighbor is dying.....my best employee is out for the summer with a slipped disk in her lower back......last week the internet went down so I had to fight with the ISP to get it up & running again...which took a week!

And to top it all off.....

I HAVE A MONSTER OF AN INGROWN TOENAIL.....OUCH

I have a novel in progress that should be complete within the year. I will keep everyone up to ate on "UN" a tale so wicked and bold most publishers would never want to touch it. It's cannabalism, it's murder, it's torement, vengeance and retribution. It is totally my style of fiction. I know I have no real history in prose around here, and you all have nothing to go off of for the time being, but trust me, I don't suck.




AND NOW FOR SOME SHAMELESS SELF PROMOTION - S T I T C H - the collection
http://whiteraven76.deviantart.com/journal/16076105/ Sat, 15 Mar 2008 18:58:54 PDT

All I can say is that it must be spring....I can feel the urge, I want to get back outside, I want the smell of burning rubber and hot concrete. I want the smell of fresh rain and new grass.


Springtime always tends to make me a bit aggressive, I can feel it in every fragment of my being. I don't want to scare the crap out of people, but really, I see no point in being fake. Spring does things to me....I can't explain it other than tipical spring fever. Currently I can feel the difference in me. It's exhilerating, envigorating and bold. This time of the year does alot for me in many ways, because it pushes my inner thoughts towards heavier subjects....some pointless and amusing, others.....deep and graphic, as you may have noticed by my latest pieces. It is only as of recent that I have recontinued my work....I had lost my scope of inspiration for a while. I have many new pieces in the works. Some of them I may not even submit due to their more graphic nature....we'll see.


All I can really say for damn sure is that this account will be very A C T I V E for the next little while, providing I get enough time to finish my works. I also have a novel in progress that should be complete within the year. I will keep everyone up to ate on "UN" a tale so wicked and bold most publishers would never want to touch it. It's cannabalism, it's murder, it's torement, vengeance and retribution. It is totally my style of fiction. I know I have no real history in prose around here, and you all have nothing to go off of for the time being, but trust me, I don't suck. Anybody who's read my stuff has pretty much had the same reaction to that as they do to my artwork. They like it, but it's so beyond the norm of everyday life that they're not sure why. I never have liked "the norm" that stinking cesspool of a mold we all belong to; even me. People tell me, "You can draw such nice/pretty things, why do you bother with this other stuff?"

WHY? Because I enjoy it. I enjoy making people look at that filthy little part of themselves that makes them look at a car accident as they drive by it on the freeway. It's a part of our putrid human nature that we all deny. We hate it, and revel in disgust by i... ]]> ~whiteraven76 http://whiteraven76.deviantart.com/journal/16048218/ http://whiteraven76.deviantart.com/journal/16048218/ Sat, 22 Dec 2007 20:30:59 PST
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Time to take a new aproach to things....life is changing all around me....I find myself becoming exhausted and I am very much looking forward to Christmas this year. I can hardly wait, I know this may sound a tad juvenile, but really it isn't. Christmas eve I'm closing up shop early, and heading back to my home town of Naicam....my Mom, my Brothers, my Girl, and our Dogs.....almost a perfect ensemble. I only regret my Dad can't be here with us again this year....I miss him.
Christmas day, we go to the Mother in laws house....another festivity I look forward to every year. I get a kick out of my Girls Brother....fun guy! (DID I JUST SAY FUNGI??)

Also, I get to sleep in that day....my first day off since beginning of August.




Anyway, here's the Christmas Treats I promised....







This is a true story about Dummy McDummerson (name substituted), from New York State, USA, whose pipes in his home froze one winter. Anxious to unfreeze them, Mr Porter backed his car up to an open window so that the exhaust would warm up the house.
A little while later and Porter, his wife and their three children had to be rushed to hospital suffering from carbon monoxide poisoning.


Stoopy McStooperson (name sub), 23, suffered second and third-degree burns on his head in Columbus, Ohio one freezing cold winter. Unable to start his car, he diagnosed the problem as a frozen fuel line which he thought he could correct by running warm petrol through it. He then tried to heat a two-gallon can of petrol on his gas stove in the kitchen.


Myra was going to the Christmas office party but needed a new party dress.
In the clothing store she asked, 'May I try on that dress in the window, please?'
'Certainly not, madam,' responded the salesgirl, 'You'll have to use the fitting room like everyone else.'


On Christmas Eve, Nathan thought it would be nice to buy his wife a little gift for the next day. Always short of money, he thought long and hard about what that present might be'
Unable to decide, Nathan entered Debenhams and in the cosmetics section he asked the girl, 'How about some perfume?' She showed him a bottle costing £75. [$150USD]
'Too expensive,' muttered Nathan.
The young lady returned with a smaller bottle for £50. 'Oh dear,' Nathan groused, 'still far too much.'
Growing rather annoyed at Nathan's meanness, the sales girl brought out a tiny £10 bottle and offered it to him.
Nathan became really agitated, 'What I mean,' he whined, 'is I'd like to see something really cheap.'
So the sales girl handed him a mirror.


Martha decided to move with the times and try the delights of microwave cooking. Whereupon, her devoted husband Archie went out and bought her a brand new top-of-the range Sharp Microwave oven.
Christmas approached and Martha got out her Christmas pudding recipe and assembled the ingredients. She proceeded along traditional lines and even got the each member of the family to stir the mixture 'for luck'. When Martha consulted the microwave's manual for the cooking time, she could not believe that ten minutes would be enough for a traditional Christmas pudding. Consequently she decided to substitute her normal cooking time of 50 minutes.
As Martha was in the lounge watching her favourite T.V. programme she did not see the pudding spitting in the microwave oven, nor did she hear the mini-explosions. When she finally extracted the pudding from the microwave after nearly an hour of cooking on 'High', it smelt of burnt sugar and looked like a ball of tar. Naturally, the Christmas pudding was a disaster, so much so, that Martha could not even prod it with a fork. In fact the black ball stuck to the bottom of the bowl and Archie had to get a screwdriver to prize it from its base.
In a fit of pique, Martha threw the shrivelled Christmas pudding to Togo her St Bernard puppy. After a few days she could see the funny side, and Togo loved his new indestructible toy, which amused him until the next Christmas.


Just before Christmas I was shopping at a toy fayre in Nottingham'
I glanced to my left and caught sight of a queue at the doll counter; they were waiting for the shelves to be restocked with Mattel dolls. As I looked I realised that in the queue was a good friend of mine. Knowing Ernie well I was sure that he had no daughters nor did he have any nieces so I wondered why he should want to buy a doll at Christmas time'
'Hey, Ernie,' I cried, 'I hadn't realised you collected dolls.'
'I don't,' he replied laughing' ~whiteraven76