Imagine this. The 2nd and last Technogothica of that time.
Okay, so it was a Saturday, I made the first comic. Okay. (Lots of okays).
I had to keep on working till the break of dawn of folks on stuff that night before and then I had to go to church. Did you think I went to sleep after I only went to bed at 7 to only get one measly hour of sleep? No, friends I never went back to fucking sleep. I continued to challenge myself and while I had to walk a bit and listened to that " eh" song by death grips until I decided that death grips is else shit music to pick something else to listen to, I eventually got down to work. Basically telling and talking about the main character's past and their importance to their brother and sibling gone missing after a fire. If not how the disappointment to catch the criminal affected everyone essentially and how the boss in charge was hard on this one dude for being the new hire and he was to be the person to be the captain of the flag. Some of this story I drew in the kitchen area of the place I live. I then went back to my desk for the sexual part. I was tried and I was still with the courage to gain that direction. Usually humans go to sleep after 1 hour of sleep but I know how the game is played and if you don't get that project you never do and while I was trying to use this work to nurture me forward in a resting manner and style, society and namely going to some crack head church ruined everything of rest at the start. But I was not going to let the lack of rest get me. I continued. I repeated the sexual element of the story which I kinda say was a bit awkard and a bit too forceful. I mean the guy who is the narrator of the story pretty much rips off the clothes off a girl who comes to kill him from the gang before in which the escaped attacker belongs or another group-its not really known. The girl gets attracted to him and they start to pose up for sex. Him tossing the knife and them kissing and that is where I end the comic. I went to sleep after that.
Now, to say if I don't have a completed series now and that jaunt on one hour sleep was to be the saving grace what happened. Why is there not a completed series today because of that effort. I will tell you that really when you don't have support and even the church leader and pastor who taints your water for prayer basically is engaged in immoral acts-oh, boy! Oh, boy! There are bastards coming out of the wood work and problems coming out of it too. I mean fuck. I had a lot of problems coming for me when I woke up. I did not want to do anything for the rest of the day. I was with the issue that single men have and did not want to waste hours looking at porn( these are real factors in people's life,ahem). I will tell you if I did all of that on one hour's sleep was it good to being with. Yes, the work was good except maybe would have liked the part of sexual interest to be better. I open that work up some weeks ago or two or even one week ago and wonder how I just lost my way from doing this work. You want to know how I lost my way in doing this work.
Essentially realizing I could not focus just on this work and spending the remainder of July into August pondering and working on plans for my other endeavors. It was all so dire if you ever look back and realize you did things on 1 hour of sleep and it goes basically kinda not anywhere to receive anything until the far future like three years ahead. There were so many versions of this work but never in the same light as this work. I tried my earnest to keep working at this trying to prevent my other projects from tanking or collapsing but the effort to stop a collapse gets worse when all you bank upon helping you, a silly manhwa comic contest from a company based around Hentai works-all but fails you. Your dreams give upon new ideas which just heightens the need for a solution to all the ideas you have needing to be done. Oh boy and let me tell you, many artists and creators have the problem of many works at the same time. But the one thing that helped me out was that positive spirit honed in that one hour sleep day work of this second chapter. I did not give up hope and continued to give my all even if it was bleak. I will tell you, that July was the 1920s and that August in some fashion was like the 1930s. Things that were set to crash started to crash and had to use all of my will and strength to pick up the pieces and hold everything together. I created Shark on Campus again or rather salvaged it from that fucked up competition I entered in it. I did not even receive a letter and if at all that is the most rude thing for a person who puts their all into a competition and gets no response. The lure of money is a devilsend folks and just because its offered does not mean it does not come with strings attached. The working at Lezhin comes with strings attached and oh boy, it is the good strings either. By the time I had saved Shark on Campus, I was tried and near the end of August it was. I created the next Technogothica ideals as a series and wrote them on paper. They somewhat linked to the original story. This story was called Technogothica; Red and basically as if the series was a Kyeombi series. You intrigued yet? There is more but yet I will emphasize is that I could not continue the Kyeombi series either even though the story was easily solved. One reason I did not continue is because it was the first weekend of school and this was a Friday I was writing. Listening to A Day to Remember, Bad Vibrations. I just had too much going on and really I missed the idea I believed of the original Technogothica series I crafted earlier before school began. I was not furious but I was just tired and the world looked bleak from what I did on that one hour sleep did not pan out to much anything but a series I could not work with and no other support to lift me. No people behind me. No anyone. Nothing. Just the wind. I only had a shiver of time to work on Technogothica and I could not create a story in that time without giving myself a serious headache. I started to get dizzy as if I was overworking myself. I had to put the works away even though I completed a story, I did not have the conscious to continue it. I was tried of being awake.
Let me tell you, I had to go to that dumb church sometimes on thirty minutes of sleep because my life is not stopping for a church with a pastor I suspected was up to something. The guy always looked to me as if I was in on something and always I was reminded of how as a kid I was not that trusting of him of probably out of everyone in the church. I started to get hints of things here and there and I am kinda of like a detective. What I came up was that he had a illegitimate child and I like rested myself, that could never have fucking been it. Not because it was stereotypical but because maybe things like that I thought at the time were fiction. I thought I knew this guy and that he would never cheat on his wife. And that church was the reserve of it all. That church and that pastor almost got me killed. Why? It is a rather long story but let me tell you, that bleak one hour stretch of sleep was just the eclipse of a "karma storm". You pray into a fiction of something friends that is really a fiend you get the worst out of life because you are helping evil impact things to go wrong in your life. Especially when people are corrupt especially when they are. To me, the pastor was my own fucking Trump in the backyard. You might vote for this guy and believe his lies but really he does nothing for you and your job prospects or you in having a life. To say friends, I believe that in a sum of contributing to harmful misblessings, there was no way I could get Technogothica off the ground when something you trust like a church is eating away at your time for sleep or even if you can do the work at all. It was like being pulled at as if chained to a position of torture but you accepted this as your life just dodging a doubting the real life proof. I am going to say something and that something is that really you owe no one to fit in the little whimsical dumb believer church act. I say that Christians would be helped if they took on Buddhist concepts.And maybe that bitch pastor would not have any hair to shave for atonement( If you look back at one incident, some soccer team that got lost in caves cut their hair not for atonement but for a new perspective and really the pasto could never gain a new perspective that he should step down because what he did hurt many people and even their lives greatly). I am just going to clarify, I had no friends for Technogothica in the human realms of spiritual life under the Christian regime,none ever so fucking at all. If ever at all-people, I say that I was stricken with grief that Friday I could not pick up the pencil no more. I was so tried and I did not know why. I had worked myself out of my mind just to get opportunities that people were always too corrupt to even give me a fair chance. The major things fucking me over-lack of sleep, lack of rest, lack of morals and lack of company. It was like I was in the rain, a soldier in a war only I could understand and people asleep.
I sweared that if I could ever clear all the work obligations to my craft and school, I would work on this work and I would tell and tell about the corruption of society and how it comes into friendly faces and trusting places. Now even if I did not know that the pastor was doing what he was doing and ignored the signs of what ill seeds that bitch was seeding in my life and others. I should have guessed on that note of being set on this objective that I should be on the watch. I was on the watch and it still did nothing.
To say to you all, the real reasons there was not ever a third Technogothica is because I was so lost in trying to solve all my own problems myself and fending against everyone who actually was against me. Now that Friday, I did not go to sleep. This was the Friday before the Monday, I created the first MM culture magazine. That weekend after a depressing week of school. Let's say some dumb art class was followed after a morning for motion graphics where everyone was a dick. The people in this art class that happened later in the day in which in between the classes worked on everything I could fit in the four to maybe even 6 hours. Yet people at that school where hostile animals. Looking at me as if they were entitled to pounce on me or kick me or something violent. I went to that art class and there were some of most lazy ass and self excusing bitches ever known to me and not to man but maybe in the lower top ranks of dumb incompotent assholes who are where they are by their own faults. We had some characters. Line them up like that Recess show does its characters with each its own little tact.
We had Jamaican girl. She was very pretentious and maybe the reason why artists are classified as idiots by so called learned doctors and "rock scientists". This girl was a twat. She was a tart. She was kiss up and if anything talked on and on about how she wanted to run the little," I care about art so much I pretend I never have ever ever seen and this class is going to teach so much that when I cannot do it, I will complain about how artists are dumb whilst studying rocks". This girl wanted to be a geologist. I wanted to be a geologist at one time but that allure only lasted 2nd grade. This girl had the understanding of a 2nd grader. Interesting side story folks, 2nd grade was the only time I ever did have a girlfriend in school but somehow reminded of that in this pretentious girl. I did not like this person not at all.
He had fat ass emo dude. He was large, He did not say shit and he just went along with mob mentality.
He was smaller dude but blond who would later open up about his girlfriend after mob mentality did so.
We had the worst-small-half white and half asian islander girl who thought she was the main character. Roll that red cap. She actually wore caps my friends and in no way I don't say she was like an evil version of the main character from Recess. You dig. She was not all together person, had screws missing and marbles sprayed on the floor when her delightful ass spoke. She spoke from her ass and really as if she knew the world was going to end to keep trying to be the worst and most fake person to try to attempt to be an artist. She was not smart and thought she was the ace student in the room. I am telling you; evil this person was and believed too much in a cult mentality she might have observed at one school or another. She later would speak about her boyfriend who was to marry her. I wonder who could marry that?
There was a girl with glasses and she somehow had pigtails. She did. Talked about how she moved from college to college and never got a degree and pretty much was 27 or 28 or actually 26 at the time. She had colored hair and talked about her mental issues openly, ring a bell. Oh friends it did in me. She wanted to be ace student number 2.
Next we had the last cast member, only sane dude who was trying to a girl's number by asking the crazy folk-the two other girls in the room. He would later lie about getting a videogame job that required him to move to another state and I saw him the next semester and said nothing.
The additional cast was an older lady who was nice and kinda of like not in on any cult mentality and really was nice to me and gave me a supply box because maybe after a certain point in nutjob class when you can be working on Technogothica and other shit and skip the class( I never skipped the class but maybe once or twice but the damage was so considerable that skipping only gave breathing room), you are not investing anymore money of this class and you actually paid the little money you had on supplies for the class. Out your own wallet. This woman saved me. Showed me nice people exist and they can be old people too.
Another sum of cast members are two individuals who basically quit the class because they realize how toxic a learning environment if not else the place was. The girl that the dude like left and he was sad. I really did not care. African dude left and appeared elsewhere having the time of his life watching me in hell from that perched he stood over me as I drew a cloud in ink inside from a picture. A picture that the teacher tried to say that you should do it out in the howling wind for ink to get on you and your paper to fly away. Sure, sure.
What and why do these people matter. Is because aside of the old lady, sane dude and the people who dropped out -the rest were toxic and if not dangerous persons who had some type of weird vibe about them that was not nice. And if anyone was to suffer a practical brain injury it would be because of the ace wannabe students in that class. Now in that time I was injured I realized how much I had been pushed into a place of darkness and near death. I almost had a fucking seizure you have to realize from these two nutcases and I staggered to gain balance until I did and grabbed some water to calm myself but really I was furious at these people. The teacher had some concern and I did not trust her at all but sat and safely waited to leave before more injury occurred. I was here like a rat and all deals where off and my main focus was to keep calm or I would actual punch that girl with the cap and her collared shirt. I would have done it and really friends you can go to prison for that so, I did not. It was justified however with this person giving into their cultish run of the mill ideas. I am not going to say specifics friends but some people are still crazier than others and if you read this, it can still happen to you because that girl and the other girl are still out there. Jamaician girl seemed to contribute but not the vital person something came from and nearly caused me to have a panic attack and if not a seizure. As if a hidden bullet like a shard with a point is what I felt and then something came from within as if my brain was swelling. I started to panic. I wanted to run away but I did not and by the time I regained control whatever connection was gone but left a lasting impact. I tell you this because that threat is still out there and someone girl has her hidden bells and whistles to hit people and they not know what is going on but from what I felt, I knew it was real to not waste any time to argue against it.
Now let me tell you, brushes with death come with the territory of the modern education estate run by the hands of the corrupt. If I went home at all and if my father was driving that day, he was not nice. More concerned with art material getting in his car and that man-an ass did not make whatever had bested me better. No, try to be in bathroom alone, this cunt comes to assault me because he is afraid of the art supply residue tracking everyone. I tell you this because I try to shut the door. He opens the door and forces his way in and assaults me basically. I mean, I am hit with the door more than I deal with the ringing in my head trying to realize what has happened to me and then I lost track of everything I had to do for a time. Everything as if my memory was gone. There was no recollection of anything before. Just black misery. I had to hold myself up and basically follow this grunts directions so he would leave me the fuck alone. Only after I washed my jeans did the freak leave me alone and really normal people would have killed the person. But I stayed calm. Yes. However if you are to imagine everything I had planned ruined by the idiots of the fucking world. Those pretentious art students and that fake fucking art class trying to be the esteemed body of art thought things learned in 5th grade. If you are to imagine, I still did not go to sleep and it would be a long time before I gave thought to really solving my current crisis by sleep. I would not tell anyone because they would not believe me. I tell you because I say this is how that pastor bastard almost killed me. All my prayers fell short of anything and I was suffering. Burning and it was painful. The ringing never ceased. The clinging of reliving never ended. The ostracization by people never ended and it only got worse. This is a real story of course. Just so people could have their play idea they could control the minds of people- I had to suffer for ever just being me at the hands of imbeciles who thought they ever were ahead of me and tried to put me in my place by their learned means. I mean the older brat probably saw several different gaits of things to know how to abuse the system and if not be used by it ever fucking time.
I kept working and eventually came back to that draft I made. Nothing had gotten better and it was like the paper crumbled in my hands. It crumbled and I realized what I had risked that one day. I realized I would quit until I wished this fiendish system of the school at least by the conventional means of speaking on about it. I did this eventually but by the time I developed the many styles of Bat Beat Parade, neo ethic and others. And engaged in so many drafts to make your eyes blink a twitch and that Dessacrow Academy to make the heathens feel good they weren't forgotten and that they would be known by their acts. I started the ideas I wanted to chase. The X of the internet would be idea. MK MZODERN FUTIRE was a comic project that I pursued. New ideas. New styles. I found myself being lost in a new status quo. Had been speaking to girls and suspected it was going to go to the hills each and every time of them being a crazy nut job adding into such a precarious hidden system as if their right to do for mankind!( They did by the way but I still had faith they would not). I was hated by both or three classes of dignified assholes. Three of them and they all thought it was so cute and professional. I had a friend would thought was okay to be the top ranks of these bitches in hiding and acting real strange as if never wanting to speak to me in public because she was so itching each and every time to taste my flesh in that way that girl had done before but to a worse and more open degree and if ever caught off guard-there would not be any coming backs from that. I did not question much of what was happening but I knew I had passed several different status quos marked by the styles and social affronts. I by the time came to Technogothica was like an old and weary man yet for the last weeks hammered over and over again at the idea and nothing was at it was to be. I had time now but I had no memory of anything before. Obviously, all the assholes had their christmas party in one class the Design 1-2d class. Little emo old fella girl who had been an ass for the last weeks wanted to be nice. I realized that really even if she was similar to the other girls she lacked something they had. That was this hidden element and you could smell the malice from this person but that smell of that hidden element was not there. No, you can smell different things as if heightened senses for your life being threatened. I after that reclined to my room and decided I would finally work back to my heath and that be a story for 2017. Namely, I decided to publish Dessacrow academy on Amazon that year before the year went out to spite this girl. Before she learned some demonic tricks. I will tell you that it, that Christmas three years ago was like being lost between several different parallels and never ending story and by 2017 the story only ripened. In short it would take more hell of community college torture to get anywhere, torture of people gawking, torturing and withholding social advances of any pleasantry for hostility and even teachers being the worse they could be and everyone out to assault me is what it was them. By summer my condition thanks ot me and sleep had improved and if by meditation and repeated exercises of writing things down and completion of some goals of comic new and making plans to get back to the other ideas. By 2017 summer, I had gotten back into the swing of things I created another Technogothica comic and that was the one that went into so much detail- I felt free but yet it still was not that story I went on one hour of sleep to do. I kept on and on. By the next summer and much improved condition greatly by rest and completing things if not comics and new methods that helped me advance and evolve and doing well in school in general. I by this summer completed another version of the same comic yet it was very close to the original idea if not an improvement. However, I still had other work to attend to. By this summer realized the project was viable and this time would not be let down. Yet more projects needed to be worked on. From that 2nd comic done on 1 hour of sleep to now, I realized some weeks ago none of the previous versions could compare to its meaning. Some and many chose to ignore its meaning because it was a touchy spot of course for many reasons. I gazed at the comic that was done on one hour of sleep and realized it was beautiful. Yet why did this work take so long to even get to being close to working on is simply because of corrupt features in society and religion that hamper your freedoms and your freedom to speech most likely. And if how really no one was on my side in creating this work but that's okay. I did not need all those 100 something people nor pastor anway. 100 something and even more of girls, guys, girls who could have been a thing, guys who could have been friends and not bitches, and teachers men and women. I did not need all those 100 + people anyway and frankly who would need such hindered horrid hypocrites. Going to school to not be educated but vindicated in a way that is wrong. Just saying adults don't need a Christmas party to close out the semester when they were evil towards a person and really only trying to hold them back. However I did say enough is enough yet not yet enough to complete the 2nd issue. What you can see is that and what you can learn is that you ought to write down your ideas and drawings in the most sizable way for you to have an easy way to create your story and not have to fight against 100 insufferables and bleak conditions and 1 hour to 30 minutes to go to a place that sows misfortune in your life. I will say if your pastor ever shows signs of cheating on his wife, quiet the church and speak it because it can end you your life. If you would imagine.
I had to keep on working till the break of dawn of folks on stuff that night before and then I had to go to church. Did you think I went to sleep after I only went to bed at 7 to only get one measly hour of sleep? No, friends I never went back to fucking sleep. I continued to challenge myself and while I had to walk a bit and listened to that " eh" song by death grips until I decided that death grips is else shit music to pick something else to listen to, I eventually got down to work. Basically telling and talking about the main character's past and their importance to their brother and sibling gone missing after a fire. If not how the disappointment to catch the criminal affected everyone essentially and how the boss in charge was hard on this one dude for being the new hire and he was to be the person to be the captain of the flag. Some of this story I drew in the kitchen area of the place I live. I then went back to my desk for the sexual part. I was tried and I was still with the courage to gain that direction. Usually humans go to sleep after 1 hour of sleep but I know how the game is played and if you don't get that project you never do and while I was trying to use this work to nurture me forward in a resting manner and style, society and namely going to some crack head church ruined everything of rest at the start. But I was not going to let the lack of rest get me. I continued. I repeated the sexual element of the story which I kinda say was a bit awkard and a bit too forceful. I mean the guy who is the narrator of the story pretty much rips off the clothes off a girl who comes to kill him from the gang before in which the escaped attacker belongs or another group-its not really known. The girl gets attracted to him and they start to pose up for sex. Him tossing the knife and them kissing and that is where I end the comic. I went to sleep after that.
Now, to say if I don't have a completed series now and that jaunt on one hour sleep was to be the saving grace what happened. Why is there not a completed series today because of that effort. I will tell you that really when you don't have support and even the church leader and pastor who taints your water for prayer basically is engaged in immoral acts-oh, boy! Oh, boy! There are bastards coming out of the wood work and problems coming out of it too. I mean fuck. I had a lot of problems coming for me when I woke up. I did not want to do anything for the rest of the day. I was with the issue that single men have and did not want to waste hours looking at porn( these are real factors in people's life,ahem). I will tell you if I did all of that on one hour's sleep was it good to being with. Yes, the work was good except maybe would have liked the part of sexual interest to be better. I open that work up some weeks ago or two or even one week ago and wonder how I just lost my way from doing this work. You want to know how I lost my way in doing this work.
Essentially realizing I could not focus just on this work and spending the remainder of July into August pondering and working on plans for my other endeavors. It was all so dire if you ever look back and realize you did things on 1 hour of sleep and it goes basically kinda not anywhere to receive anything until the far future like three years ahead. There were so many versions of this work but never in the same light as this work. I tried my earnest to keep working at this trying to prevent my other projects from tanking or collapsing but the effort to stop a collapse gets worse when all you bank upon helping you, a silly manhwa comic contest from a company based around Hentai works-all but fails you. Your dreams give upon new ideas which just heightens the need for a solution to all the ideas you have needing to be done. Oh boy and let me tell you, many artists and creators have the problem of many works at the same time. But the one thing that helped me out was that positive spirit honed in that one hour sleep day work of this second chapter. I did not give up hope and continued to give my all even if it was bleak. I will tell you, that July was the 1920s and that August in some fashion was like the 1930s. Things that were set to crash started to crash and had to use all of my will and strength to pick up the pieces and hold everything together. I created Shark on Campus again or rather salvaged it from that fucked up competition I entered in it. I did not even receive a letter and if at all that is the most rude thing for a person who puts their all into a competition and gets no response. The lure of money is a devilsend folks and just because its offered does not mean it does not come with strings attached. The working at Lezhin comes with strings attached and oh boy, it is the good strings either. By the time I had saved Shark on Campus, I was tried and near the end of August it was. I created the next Technogothica ideals as a series and wrote them on paper. They somewhat linked to the original story. This story was called Technogothica; Red and basically as if the series was a Kyeombi series. You intrigued yet? There is more but yet I will emphasize is that I could not continue the Kyeombi series either even though the story was easily solved. One reason I did not continue is because it was the first weekend of school and this was a Friday I was writing. Listening to A Day to Remember, Bad Vibrations. I just had too much going on and really I missed the idea I believed of the original Technogothica series I crafted earlier before school began. I was not furious but I was just tired and the world looked bleak from what I did on that one hour sleep did not pan out to much anything but a series I could not work with and no other support to lift me. No people behind me. No anyone. Nothing. Just the wind. I only had a shiver of time to work on Technogothica and I could not create a story in that time without giving myself a serious headache. I started to get dizzy as if I was overworking myself. I had to put the works away even though I completed a story, I did not have the conscious to continue it. I was tried of being awake.
Let me tell you, I had to go to that dumb church sometimes on thirty minutes of sleep because my life is not stopping for a church with a pastor I suspected was up to something. The guy always looked to me as if I was in on something and always I was reminded of how as a kid I was not that trusting of him of probably out of everyone in the church. I started to get hints of things here and there and I am kinda of like a detective. What I came up was that he had a illegitimate child and I like rested myself, that could never have fucking been it. Not because it was stereotypical but because maybe things like that I thought at the time were fiction. I thought I knew this guy and that he would never cheat on his wife. And that church was the reserve of it all. That church and that pastor almost got me killed. Why? It is a rather long story but let me tell you, that bleak one hour stretch of sleep was just the eclipse of a "karma storm". You pray into a fiction of something friends that is really a fiend you get the worst out of life because you are helping evil impact things to go wrong in your life. Especially when people are corrupt especially when they are. To me, the pastor was my own fucking Trump in the backyard. You might vote for this guy and believe his lies but really he does nothing for you and your job prospects or you in having a life. To say friends, I believe that in a sum of contributing to harmful misblessings, there was no way I could get Technogothica off the ground when something you trust like a church is eating away at your time for sleep or even if you can do the work at all. It was like being pulled at as if chained to a position of torture but you accepted this as your life just dodging a doubting the real life proof. I am going to say something and that something is that really you owe no one to fit in the little whimsical dumb believer church act. I say that Christians would be helped if they took on Buddhist concepts.And maybe that bitch pastor would not have any hair to shave for atonement( If you look back at one incident, some soccer team that got lost in caves cut their hair not for atonement but for a new perspective and really the pasto could never gain a new perspective that he should step down because what he did hurt many people and even their lives greatly). I am just going to clarify, I had no friends for Technogothica in the human realms of spiritual life under the Christian regime,none ever so fucking at all. If ever at all-people, I say that I was stricken with grief that Friday I could not pick up the pencil no more. I was so tried and I did not know why. I had worked myself out of my mind just to get opportunities that people were always too corrupt to even give me a fair chance. The major things fucking me over-lack of sleep, lack of rest, lack of morals and lack of company. It was like I was in the rain, a soldier in a war only I could understand and people asleep.
I sweared that if I could ever clear all the work obligations to my craft and school, I would work on this work and I would tell and tell about the corruption of society and how it comes into friendly faces and trusting places. Now even if I did not know that the pastor was doing what he was doing and ignored the signs of what ill seeds that bitch was seeding in my life and others. I should have guessed on that note of being set on this objective that I should be on the watch. I was on the watch and it still did nothing.
To say to you all, the real reasons there was not ever a third Technogothica is because I was so lost in trying to solve all my own problems myself and fending against everyone who actually was against me. Now that Friday, I did not go to sleep. This was the Friday before the Monday, I created the first MM culture magazine. That weekend after a depressing week of school. Let's say some dumb art class was followed after a morning for motion graphics where everyone was a dick. The people in this art class that happened later in the day in which in between the classes worked on everything I could fit in the four to maybe even 6 hours. Yet people at that school where hostile animals. Looking at me as if they were entitled to pounce on me or kick me or something violent. I went to that art class and there were some of most lazy ass and self excusing bitches ever known to me and not to man but maybe in the lower top ranks of dumb incompotent assholes who are where they are by their own faults. We had some characters. Line them up like that Recess show does its characters with each its own little tact.
We had Jamaican girl. She was very pretentious and maybe the reason why artists are classified as idiots by so called learned doctors and "rock scientists". This girl was a twat. She was a tart. She was kiss up and if anything talked on and on about how she wanted to run the little," I care about art so much I pretend I never have ever ever seen and this class is going to teach so much that when I cannot do it, I will complain about how artists are dumb whilst studying rocks". This girl wanted to be a geologist. I wanted to be a geologist at one time but that allure only lasted 2nd grade. This girl had the understanding of a 2nd grader. Interesting side story folks, 2nd grade was the only time I ever did have a girlfriend in school but somehow reminded of that in this pretentious girl. I did not like this person not at all.
He had fat ass emo dude. He was large, He did not say shit and he just went along with mob mentality.
He was smaller dude but blond who would later open up about his girlfriend after mob mentality did so.
We had the worst-small-half white and half asian islander girl who thought she was the main character. Roll that red cap. She actually wore caps my friends and in no way I don't say she was like an evil version of the main character from Recess. You dig. She was not all together person, had screws missing and marbles sprayed on the floor when her delightful ass spoke. She spoke from her ass and really as if she knew the world was going to end to keep trying to be the worst and most fake person to try to attempt to be an artist. She was not smart and thought she was the ace student in the room. I am telling you; evil this person was and believed too much in a cult mentality she might have observed at one school or another. She later would speak about her boyfriend who was to marry her. I wonder who could marry that?
There was a girl with glasses and she somehow had pigtails. She did. Talked about how she moved from college to college and never got a degree and pretty much was 27 or 28 or actually 26 at the time. She had colored hair and talked about her mental issues openly, ring a bell. Oh friends it did in me. She wanted to be ace student number 2.
Next we had the last cast member, only sane dude who was trying to a girl's number by asking the crazy folk-the two other girls in the room. He would later lie about getting a videogame job that required him to move to another state and I saw him the next semester and said nothing.
The additional cast was an older lady who was nice and kinda of like not in on any cult mentality and really was nice to me and gave me a supply box because maybe after a certain point in nutjob class when you can be working on Technogothica and other shit and skip the class( I never skipped the class but maybe once or twice but the damage was so considerable that skipping only gave breathing room), you are not investing anymore money of this class and you actually paid the little money you had on supplies for the class. Out your own wallet. This woman saved me. Showed me nice people exist and they can be old people too.
Another sum of cast members are two individuals who basically quit the class because they realize how toxic a learning environment if not else the place was. The girl that the dude like left and he was sad. I really did not care. African dude left and appeared elsewhere having the time of his life watching me in hell from that perched he stood over me as I drew a cloud in ink inside from a picture. A picture that the teacher tried to say that you should do it out in the howling wind for ink to get on you and your paper to fly away. Sure, sure.
What and why do these people matter. Is because aside of the old lady, sane dude and the people who dropped out -the rest were toxic and if not dangerous persons who had some type of weird vibe about them that was not nice. And if anyone was to suffer a practical brain injury it would be because of the ace wannabe students in that class. Now in that time I was injured I realized how much I had been pushed into a place of darkness and near death. I almost had a fucking seizure you have to realize from these two nutcases and I staggered to gain balance until I did and grabbed some water to calm myself but really I was furious at these people. The teacher had some concern and I did not trust her at all but sat and safely waited to leave before more injury occurred. I was here like a rat and all deals where off and my main focus was to keep calm or I would actual punch that girl with the cap and her collared shirt. I would have done it and really friends you can go to prison for that so, I did not. It was justified however with this person giving into their cultish run of the mill ideas. I am not going to say specifics friends but some people are still crazier than others and if you read this, it can still happen to you because that girl and the other girl are still out there. Jamaician girl seemed to contribute but not the vital person something came from and nearly caused me to have a panic attack and if not a seizure. As if a hidden bullet like a shard with a point is what I felt and then something came from within as if my brain was swelling. I started to panic. I wanted to run away but I did not and by the time I regained control whatever connection was gone but left a lasting impact. I tell you this because that threat is still out there and someone girl has her hidden bells and whistles to hit people and they not know what is going on but from what I felt, I knew it was real to not waste any time to argue against it.
Now let me tell you, brushes with death come with the territory of the modern education estate run by the hands of the corrupt. If I went home at all and if my father was driving that day, he was not nice. More concerned with art material getting in his car and that man-an ass did not make whatever had bested me better. No, try to be in bathroom alone, this cunt comes to assault me because he is afraid of the art supply residue tracking everyone. I tell you this because I try to shut the door. He opens the door and forces his way in and assaults me basically. I mean, I am hit with the door more than I deal with the ringing in my head trying to realize what has happened to me and then I lost track of everything I had to do for a time. Everything as if my memory was gone. There was no recollection of anything before. Just black misery. I had to hold myself up and basically follow this grunts directions so he would leave me the fuck alone. Only after I washed my jeans did the freak leave me alone and really normal people would have killed the person. But I stayed calm. Yes. However if you are to imagine everything I had planned ruined by the idiots of the fucking world. Those pretentious art students and that fake fucking art class trying to be the esteemed body of art thought things learned in 5th grade. If you are to imagine, I still did not go to sleep and it would be a long time before I gave thought to really solving my current crisis by sleep. I would not tell anyone because they would not believe me. I tell you because I say this is how that pastor bastard almost killed me. All my prayers fell short of anything and I was suffering. Burning and it was painful. The ringing never ceased. The clinging of reliving never ended. The ostracization by people never ended and it only got worse. This is a real story of course. Just so people could have their play idea they could control the minds of people- I had to suffer for ever just being me at the hands of imbeciles who thought they ever were ahead of me and tried to put me in my place by their learned means. I mean the older brat probably saw several different gaits of things to know how to abuse the system and if not be used by it ever fucking time.
I kept working and eventually came back to that draft I made. Nothing had gotten better and it was like the paper crumbled in my hands. It crumbled and I realized what I had risked that one day. I realized I would quit until I wished this fiendish system of the school at least by the conventional means of speaking on about it. I did this eventually but by the time I developed the many styles of Bat Beat Parade, neo ethic and others. And engaged in so many drafts to make your eyes blink a twitch and that Dessacrow Academy to make the heathens feel good they weren't forgotten and that they would be known by their acts. I started the ideas I wanted to chase. The X of the internet would be idea. MK MZODERN FUTIRE was a comic project that I pursued. New ideas. New styles. I found myself being lost in a new status quo. Had been speaking to girls and suspected it was going to go to the hills each and every time of them being a crazy nut job adding into such a precarious hidden system as if their right to do for mankind!( They did by the way but I still had faith they would not). I was hated by both or three classes of dignified assholes. Three of them and they all thought it was so cute and professional. I had a friend would thought was okay to be the top ranks of these bitches in hiding and acting real strange as if never wanting to speak to me in public because she was so itching each and every time to taste my flesh in that way that girl had done before but to a worse and more open degree and if ever caught off guard-there would not be any coming backs from that. I did not question much of what was happening but I knew I had passed several different status quos marked by the styles and social affronts. I by the time came to Technogothica was like an old and weary man yet for the last weeks hammered over and over again at the idea and nothing was at it was to be. I had time now but I had no memory of anything before. Obviously, all the assholes had their christmas party in one class the Design 1-2d class. Little emo old fella girl who had been an ass for the last weeks wanted to be nice. I realized that really even if she was similar to the other girls she lacked something they had. That was this hidden element and you could smell the malice from this person but that smell of that hidden element was not there. No, you can smell different things as if heightened senses for your life being threatened. I after that reclined to my room and decided I would finally work back to my heath and that be a story for 2017. Namely, I decided to publish Dessacrow academy on Amazon that year before the year went out to spite this girl. Before she learned some demonic tricks. I will tell you that it, that Christmas three years ago was like being lost between several different parallels and never ending story and by 2017 the story only ripened. In short it would take more hell of community college torture to get anywhere, torture of people gawking, torturing and withholding social advances of any pleasantry for hostility and even teachers being the worse they could be and everyone out to assault me is what it was them. By summer my condition thanks ot me and sleep had improved and if by meditation and repeated exercises of writing things down and completion of some goals of comic new and making plans to get back to the other ideas. By 2017 summer, I had gotten back into the swing of things I created another Technogothica comic and that was the one that went into so much detail- I felt free but yet it still was not that story I went on one hour of sleep to do. I kept on and on. By the next summer and much improved condition greatly by rest and completing things if not comics and new methods that helped me advance and evolve and doing well in school in general. I by this summer completed another version of the same comic yet it was very close to the original idea if not an improvement. However, I still had other work to attend to. By this summer realized the project was viable and this time would not be let down. Yet more projects needed to be worked on. From that 2nd comic done on 1 hour of sleep to now, I realized some weeks ago none of the previous versions could compare to its meaning. Some and many chose to ignore its meaning because it was a touchy spot of course for many reasons. I gazed at the comic that was done on one hour of sleep and realized it was beautiful. Yet why did this work take so long to even get to being close to working on is simply because of corrupt features in society and religion that hamper your freedoms and your freedom to speech most likely. And if how really no one was on my side in creating this work but that's okay. I did not need all those 100 something people nor pastor anway. 100 something and even more of girls, guys, girls who could have been a thing, guys who could have been friends and not bitches, and teachers men and women. I did not need all those 100 + people anyway and frankly who would need such hindered horrid hypocrites. Going to school to not be educated but vindicated in a way that is wrong. Just saying adults don't need a Christmas party to close out the semester when they were evil towards a person and really only trying to hold them back. However I did say enough is enough yet not yet enough to complete the 2nd issue. What you can see is that and what you can learn is that you ought to write down your ideas and drawings in the most sizable way for you to have an easy way to create your story and not have to fight against 100 insufferables and bleak conditions and 1 hour to 30 minutes to go to a place that sows misfortune in your life. I will say if your pastor ever shows signs of cheating on his wife, quiet the church and speak it because it can end you your life. If you would imagine.
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