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No matter how I look at it, drawing and any kind of visual creative art has never been the best in my ludicrously miniscule portfolio. I used to draw anime quite often, but now I cant even draw a circle without making it look like a square or some odd looking shape that may not look like one. No matter how I practice, there simply isnt enough interest or motivation in it to make anything worthwhile, or at least something that is worth anything to any one else. There was no umph. There was no taste. There was no coherency to any sense or mind of emotion that constructs the inner soul of a piece worthy of cosmic deliverence. The only one piece I have ever been proud to present was one of my favourite game characters, Mitsuru Kiroujo. All others seemed.... off....

I just suck that badly.

Still, even as I squirm in the bowels of anguish, I find light in the Art of the Word. The flow of play of letters, language and meanings excite me. The grip of a good story invoking a cataclysmic orgasm of creativity. The lives, the deaths, the motions, the feelings, the tsunami of everything that makes a good story excellent and even legendary, perhaps even mythic! Lo and behold! The Art of the Word! Bless my immortal works with your glory and render mine readers speechless with your holy powers!

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What makes a wo/man a writer and what makes him/her a painter? Some people would argue that it depends in the person, his/her mindset, his/her background, his/her ideas, his/her method of expression, his/her way of sitting down on a chair, his/her way of dozing off at the wee hours of morning, his/her choice of tea/coffee, his/her way of mas-

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I have come to-

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-mind that-

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Stop that!

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Thats better. I have come to mind that I cant draw. Yes, I admit once more that I suck, but I have not given up on writing. Epics. Full blown epic warfare. World changing bouts of catasthrophic proportions. Planets imploding in themselves. Massive galaxy wide extermination. That sort of thing. Thats why I like Warhammer, cause no matter where you look, you can almost always see that the end is going to be big, so big that you cannot just ignore it and leave. I know what I want right now actually. I want to WRITE EPICS, and it is a goal I may not forget like the others. I have ideas. I may need artists to help me create some imagery though, and I may already know just the person.

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Alright. This machine is broken. Signing off for now...