The Underground Junk Hole

I'm just waiting for the call to tell me hey deadbeat, time to shove you in the slammer! Before that happens, I managed to whip up this piece on 10 THINGS ALL TOY-COLLE- well, just click on the picture, lol.

So, my experiment involving typing my name on here worked! Searching for "Dean Arias" now shows the previous post on the first page of Google results, along with my Deviant Art Gallery on the second page, pretty cool. If anyone I knew before is looking for me, there are now breadcrumbs (chunks of bread, really, lol), for them to follow to contact me.

Now the worry is: Is anyone anyone even looking for me?

Alright, so enough with the melodrama, next post wil...

I shipped out packages, if I owed you something, stand-by for the Delivery Confirmation numbers so you can track them.

Sorry about the dreadful posts lately. I'm sorry I feel the need to write them at all.

I just woke up from the fifth night of the worst nightmares I've had since I watched too many zombie movies as a kid. I keep dreaming my friend Catherine dies. Continously. In different ways all through the night. This is why I've come to hate dreaming. I'm not going to describe the details, I've had enough of them, I just don't understand why these are recurring. I never spent as much tim...

Fear and exhiliration course through my veins when locked away in the darkness. Fear not of what might lurk inside it, but of what I might do to what's in it. I hate bumping into things.

Film Photography, a hobby that lends me freedom but can feel so suffocating when developing it.

I wrote some more, all witty and insightful, but the computer's power went out inexplicably and deleted everything. This is all I could remember. Fuck my life.

I don't care.

That's basically it, I don't care about painting or sculpting or anything much really. No, I'm not drunk and ranting, I'm just being honest for once.

I have like a million (yeah right, I wish) comissions I haven't finished yet, and I don't seem to be able to find the will to finish them. Somewhere along this paint-splattered road, I forgot the reason I was customizing in the first place, to make coool stuff the way I wanted, not the way others...

I was looking for free stuff and saw these nifty posts:

Free Newspapers

Free Desk / BombShelter Combo!

Alrighty, so because Corey ("TAO" at Articulated Discussion) linked to me from his site, I have to post more often to keep you punks entertained! Hard to do when I'm constantly fighting-off sleep, hunger, and a neverending invasion of bedbugs. I pray for those of you who I've shipped items to, who knows what vicious bedbug has snuck out of the package and into your homes.

Well, I don't pray for you guys, more like wait for the angry emails so I can laugh for a while.

Yar, some movies and a quick thought on each:

• The Broken [2008] - For a film that made it to Horrorfest, this thing was boring as hell. Granted, it did do a great job of building suspense thoughout, everytime you saw a mirror you'd be like "OMG! The might be someone there when next she looks into it!" Okay, that's pretty lame too since, like, ALL horror movies do that nowadays. And they have, you now, horror in them. Blegh. ...

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