Kaishimaru

An Old Soul wanted me to come back to dA…. Of course, I hadn’t been online for everything. Reading, applications, numbers. I don’t even check my mail anymore, really. Eh. Been long few months, hasn’t it? Hate to say it, but this is the second time I’ve ran back to Ohio with my tail between my legs. Not that I hate it too much or anything, but let me be honest; I miss the people, the places and the possibilities. Met a good number of people and had a nice reputation going. Was even close enough to meet a person I thought was quite close to me, romantically, at the time…like I said, I enjoyed the people, and the

Anyway, I know deviantart ain't Myspace, but as I understand, it kind of is...for Artists... So yes again, its my birthday. Odd dream to start it too... I dreamt of someone yelling down a flight of stairs, into a dark basement. At the end of these stairs was darkness, and nothing below. But in the center, supported by pillars from the darkness below rose a fairly lit train track, connected in a complete circle. In the circle were large bar cages on wheels, like the kind you see in Dumbo transporting the circus animals. They simply continued to travel along the circle, and oddly, I couldn't tell what was behind/inside the bars, nor could I t

I like that movie, you know, what the robot Chics. All dressed in red, one piece suits, calf length boots, and wielding MKs like nobodies fuckin' business. Sadistically created by one individual man (with henchmen-women, of course) in hopes to form an all female robot army for world domination. Cute film. Tho it kind of adds a creepy factor, considering all the robots were not only anatomically correct, but anatomically equipped. So, more or less, his 'guests' could 'sample' his creative genius, if chu sh-un-ow whut uhm shayin', hurr hurr, giggity goo... Um. Robot Pimp? Curious, but did most women in 70s have pint-up hair and flat chests?