Okay, so I haven't written in ages - this much is true. Much to do, little time, yet still feeling as unfulfilled at the end and with little to nothing to say on the matter. Hmm... isn't that always the way. So, I posted up a couple of my old Psylocke pictures I found in a sketchbook under threat of mortal injury or something of the like from someone whom goes nameless... Not the best I ever saw but it makes me think too - when the Hell did I grow so lax and out of practice?

Sure, those pictures aren't the best and neither are some pieces of writing I oft find knocking around.. but damn... sure beats some of the more up to date stuff. That's really sad. And vexes me deeply.

Grrr... so on that note, I shall retire once more to ponder the meaning of life, consider the eternity which is death.... or just maybe watch the world turn on a little longer...