I got my next set of orders. I've been in the navy over a year and this whole time I've yet to step foot on a ship. Guess I can't stall any longer though, I'm being sent to the USS Essex out of Saesebo, Japan. Am I excited? Hell no. I don't want to go over there..not one bit. But..there is a dimly lit light at the end of this tunnel fueled by rumor of my ship's return to San Diego in a year or so. I don't know how realistic this rumor is but all my hopes are with it, if it is entirely false I'll be over there for 3 years.... Anyway, I have roughly a month before I actually depart and I'm trying to get my creativity going. Things have not really improved for my personal life..they've just gotten...soggier? I'm stumbling through this fog grasping at shadowy figures only to let them slip through my fingers. I don't know what I want anymore..I don't know what is good or detrimental....ugh, just..lost. This isn't helping my productivity...I was trying to develope an idea for a werewolf graphic novel/comic..but that's not getting anywhere and otherwise I just can't seem to think. If confusion could be hardened into lead and strewn half-hazardly across a page...that would be my recent art. blegh.

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Víctima del Corazón
El Fauno
Can't Stand the Rain
M is for Mischief

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