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3D Movies

2011-02-24T09:37:00.000-08:00

Some of them are necessary
Others are not like the Justin Bieber and Step it up 3d
why do the y have movies of silly stuff
one dances in 3 d lights or something
one just on the stage singing and fireworks pop up
I rather see Pirate of the Caribbean because that cool
It has cool fighting scenes
It has swords flying
i watch Tron great movie in 3d
I don't mind having some in 2d but it was worth $13
If they make every movie they taking a lot of money of peoples pockets to make a profit
Just go watch it if it is important Like tron
It would of been cool if Inception was 3D

that my opinion
my words not millions
Just one voice
Superstar Chuck Daddy

Working Title?- Timy Plurrazelo

2009-09-26T16:37:00.000-07:00

My feet would have to talk for me,
for my mouth was to scared too move.
How could i conjure enough guts
just to even look at you. Such a
foreign feelings conquered me,
stitched a smile across my face.
Until this fear i've grown acquainted with
came and put me in my place.

I spent the last 6 days in a constant dream,
wishing it would stick with me, like a pety
prayer for peace locked in my grips without
relief. I turned a stranger into company, filling
voids deeper than graves. Your tales take
refuge in my veins, flowing through me like
the plague. Wish you'd relate to what i feel
and not so much with what i say.

Though i know well enough these thoughts
will go to waste, the urge to weave my dreams
to paper take me over every day. So i'll take
a far step back to counteract all the indecisive
pride, and try to focus on your heart, and not
so hard into your eyes. Construct a friendship
worth a lasting bond, than mold it into trust.
Swing at that wall you built around yourself
until your flooded in with love.

world, you're so quick to judge, yet so easily fooled.

2009-06-02T17:47:00.000-07:00

pure to the world
but the truth is anything but white
anything but clean
even before the introduction of the simplest of substances.

please, please keep judging me
it feeds my laughter
fuels amusement.
you know nothing.
i sit here
now
with a clean nose
i sit here with a clean lung
i have never felt so dirty..
drowning in flashbacks
drowning in blood, sweat, bare flesh
rips, cuts, bruises, screams
choking on screams.
screamscreamscream
shutup!
crycrycry
silence.

tears dance on a rosy dance floor
tears dance, tears laugh in abundance
until they hit the ground
splat splash splat
their laughter abandoned them..
or was it stolen?

GRR- Timy Plurrazzelo

2009-05-27T06:41:00.001-07:00

today is different
the difference is defined in this smoking gun.
Face first you decreased into the good lords earth.
I witnessed such a change in your eyes.
As the led slugs slivered so swiftly into your spine.
The cold resentment i once held to you,
is something i have grown accustomed too.
Your lively vessel now a lurking thought,
of something i must learn to never love.

new art

2009-05-17T21:34:00.001-07:00

one sculpture, two oil paintings, one drawing.

fire island

2009-05-17T14:18:00.000-07:00

Nature Pictures in SJU

2009-05-11T12:26:00.000-07:00

Some Nature Pictures from my St. John's University experience. I was bored so I just happen to take these pictures

Stephan Jenkins of Third Eye Blind

2009-05-10T16:18:00.000-07:00

Yesterday at Tulip Fest in downtown Albany Third Eye Blind performed. Not only are they my favorite band (and I'm not just saying that to be one of those OMG!! little fan girls, they really are) but I was pretty much front row, and I got this great shot.

my life at SJU

2009-05-05T19:29:00.000-07:00

Its a great life in this university
Do I love or hate this university
Im so in between
At times there are good moments
At times there a not so good moments
People hardly talk to you
Hardly just saying hi
Is simple and how are you doing
This semester went so fast
I cant believe it
I had alot of many good memories here
Some of them were fun
Some were just very immature
You Grow from those moments
You might not every forget
Why should you life goes on
I just cant wait until this last week of being in SJU is over
I get to see my sweepstakes gear
im so going to be happy
I get to see my cousin and chill with some friends
Im ready to just get out of here

Salt - a short story

2009-04-25T10:35:00.000-07:00

She is going to die here. Don’t you see? DON’T YOU SEE? You are blind. I can’t breathe. Can you feel it? Can you taste it? I can. Salt. I can’t breathe. No air. Just salt and water. Metal and blood. My eyes burn. It’s so cold. Feeling's gone. So numb. I can see it all. Can you see it? Blind. That’s what at you are! That’s what you are.

It wasn’t my fault. I was just leaving and he wanted more. No. Not more--all of it. It wasn’t my fault. Its not my fault I’m stuck here like this, hiding inside myself. She hides in me. Its not my fault. Do you believe me? Maybe it would have been different. Can we kill him? Lets pick him apart limb from limb, feed them to him. I think we can. No, I don’t think we can, I know we can. Will you help me? Please help me. This will help. Closure. Please help me. Nobody can get me. Nobody can see me or hear me. No body knows where I am. I’m alone with the fishes. Alone with the monsters. These monsters aren’t nearly as scary as the ones I’m away from.

Damaged goods. It’s this fucking disease! He gave me this disease. He graced me with this disease that will never leave. I could get help, but I’m stuck under water. Maybe I should introduce you to him. You can see for yourself in his swagger. You can witness how one person could disease another and simply go on living. No guilt. No regret. No punishment. Nothing. For me? What do I have the pleaseure of living with? There is no land of dreams for me to run away to, no deep slumber. There is no medicine to rid it of my body, no weapon to extinguish it. There will never come a time when i can chop off its head and watch it squirm around, thrashing aimlessly screeching in pain. It's a disease. A disease he gave me and got away with. A disease that will only die when i do. I’m underwater and I am diseased. Maybe the fish can help me. Maybe the monsters can help me.

I’m suffocating. The poison's ever continuous journey slows to the rate of my barely beating heart. Painful. It’s no big deal. It’s un-just is all. It’s hard to live knowing that I could be responsible for so many diseased. Guilty. I was scared! It’s not my fault. I was ignorant and innocent and scared. When the poison starts it's course there is no stopping it. It’s never stopped. Stealing my breath, inhabiting my body, pumping out my heart, coursing through my veins. It enters and exits every cell, every fiber of my being, whispers a soft reminder. My brain was like a sponge, thirstily sucking up every drip-drop, oblivious. My brain absorbed every word. Every sight. If it wasn’t so spongy then maybe there could have been some hope for this waste of a life. Maybe, just maybe, it wouldn't have been tricked so easily. If I wasn’t so scared. If I wasn’t so young. If my brain just wasn’t so damn spongy! Now it’s a rock. Set in stone. Guilt. That distinct taste of poison. I've tried everything to get that awful taste off my tongue. Gum, peppermint, peanut butter.. not even the alcohol could burn it off. A mouthful of blood helped get me to sleep, kill the demons inside for a short while. The tear of flesh, remnants clinging to the jagged edge, the immediate rush of boiling liquid oozing out from inside of me. The birth of addiction.

Do you think someone will find me before it’s too late? The truth is, i feel much cooler now that i've isolated myself from you fucking people. I like it down here, floating. It’s nice, just too much time to think. Time to remember. Isolated. Out of reach of the world and it's infinite triggers. Suffocating. It was hard to breathe then too. No one can touch me. I’m simply isolated from anything and everything. I have time to think about what it was like before my innocence was torn from me, an untouched photo album in my mind.

Learn alot Today

2009-04-18T18:09:00.000-07:00

Learn how to be me.
Without the whole fantasy gimmicks
Without the jokes
Love community service
Its fun
I went to the Chaplin home today
It was very fun
Did something that was for a good cause
That why I was tired
But tomorrow is going to be the same thing
Another Stress buster event
I'm so happy this is a tour I love this lifestyle
THe life style I wanted
Unwreckless one that only I can handle
If we where to reverse the roles you would be stuck
Stuck in the same mess you put yourself
I love my life style and noone can live it
But Me, Myself and I
Yes I did refer myself in 3rd person
I think its just me being cool
I dont act cool because it all natural
Like hitting a baseball with a baseball bat
Or even scoring a jumpshot
Or even just walking and posing like a model

Love me or Hate me
Hate my style
Hate my words
But you cant because I'm doing my thing
You are just idolizing me
Cocky no
Confident Yes
True words from a true person
CHUCK DADDY

Untitled- Timy Plurrazzelo

2009-04-14T12:42:00.000-07:00

Its taken 17 years,
just to piece together peace
i've endured too many arguments
i've conquered a thousand demons through
my speach, and the hardest sound to filter out
is the sound of your voice torn, between the loving
voice of sanity and the fearful hymn of scorn.
The prime perspective in your partial hate,
is nothing to be looked upon. The echoes in your
ears have produced puddles in the driest of storms.
The drought of my feelings has left me crippled in this
aging life, the trite conditions fall upon my soul each time
i meet those eyes. It boils down to situations, past and present
hate. I try to build you up with pride, but that forms to nothing but
mistakes. And i'll apologize to you, i sware on everything i know.
I try to keep myself inline, but fall out too quickly from the twist
and turns. I wish to thank you sometime soon, for every line you
have inspired, though you must hate this loving game, we play till
death for it is what we will ever know.

Brian Farkas's Driveway

2009-04-13T14:33:00.001-07:00

I haven't drawn since I stopped smoking, so yesterday I drew, and here's my first non-high drawing in so long.

Wow how popular corrupts people

2009-04-05T14:11:00.000-07:00

Being popular shouldn't matter in this school
I rather be really nice
Than be popular
People are going to be themselves
Either selfish or not
I rather build a network
Than just not
People dont know you until you talk to them
Even if so there always going to convince you
Really people are always going to be about themselves
Others are going to network with other people
Well I rather make sure that I dont make fun of people
They could be your CEO in the future
That would be funny if I was someones CEO in SJU
That would suck
I making sure that doesnt happen

This blog seems like an appropriate place to post this

2009-03-24T20:55:00.000-07:00

Adam and Naive's entire Camera Songs album, spread the love

My band's album that we released last year ^^^

Parallel Universe

2009-03-23T11:42:00.000-07:00

Mr. America - Timy Plurrazzelo

2009-03-20T09:07:00.000-07:00

Between the sainted stars and stripes

occurs and endless aching fight

i pledged allegiance to the falsities you bred

with your ten ton steps you strike

beneath the soil lays our pride

buried underneath the conscious states of mind

Red blood boils in my thoughts

blue ribbons crease my train of thought

the white light gleams into my window

from the east. Now soldiers statued from

the sound, as blaring bullets stain the ground,

the infidels present such evil through the siege.

Mr. America what do you say to thee

As the children spread out from the hail

of danger waving past your face, cant you relate?

Live From the Great Room 3/19/09

2009-03-19T10:39:00.001-07:00

I recorded 5 songs real quick on my mom's laptop. Just live videos of me playing songs I've been playing lately. I got'm all up at www.myspace.com/novemberlyrics

Here's one if you wanna get a taste, they're all pretty weird:

random stuff from Chuck Daddy St. Patty's parade and life in general

2009-03-18T21:02:00.000-07:00

Crazy how people live for the moment. It really great. I live every moment of my life. Life is to short to be uptight pissed off. I smile walk off and laugh because its funny. But anyway went to the St. Patty's day parade in NyC the greatest city in the world. I said it, now what. I'm bad. Dont we love the haters though. Its how you think about it though. Some people stop the show just cuz they want ur fan base. Not like I have a fan base and no I never ever step and played basketball on the court. Niggas be tripping like i know how to play. Back to the story its great when you see the people in the parade is like your birthday. Remember it grab everything. natural born entertainer. WHy do you ask because I want to make you life make you comfortable I can't do it all by myself damn nigga. If i could i would work miracles I dont do that at all. Seriously why do u want me to walk in this parade and yes i did skip class because i had a pass and i was happy as fuk. I was super happy.I skip skool to boast up my resume. I would do it again. If i had a chance. Well no i am I dont give a fuk. I would do it again when Im alumani and just break something. I acted like myself. Loud very annoying basically like i am. I'm about to be out. Total request live my ass.It called catch CHUCK DADDY if you can. You can't because im very unpredictable when it comes to skool fuk it. Fuk it everyone knows each other because of rumors word of mouth reading peoples Notes so fuk it.

True words fro a real person

Charles "Chuck Daddy" Onyeani

Excuse my language THE END
IM NOT A FUCKING ROLE MODEL
IF I WAS I WOULDNT BE HERE RIGHT NOW TALKING TO U

hobo island (jimbos)

2009-03-18T12:26:00.000-07:00

tin can heartbeats- Timy Plurrazzelo

2009-03-16T19:13:00.000-07:00

Scattered we talked
your tangled tongue you wont give up
cradled calmly until you lay awake
from the tin can heart beat
and echoed cars from the streets
the cities lights dorm in your room

Love once struck me as right in a different time
now it rolls off of my tongue all the same
so now whenever you speak
it all sounds the same to me.

And as the calender days
wrinkle, wither away
some thing will seem more like home.
And through eyes paralyzed like the
change in the tides, you will realize nothing
stays forever, most things fade away
the weathering of your day to day
will put you to rest.

I've sat down and taken time
to consider that your crying
to be more than a selfish scene
now that it is truth when you speak
i can put my beliefs back in your tongue

You were right when you said
every man that has left either father or
stupid crush, has just stood up walked out
without question or doubt of who you really are
not the one drinking until she befriends the boards
cigarettes close like a child to her dolls
and ill ask you, is this what means the most to you?
is this what brings me close to you?
ask yourself sometimes soon.

something i can't shake- Timy Plurrazzelo

2009-03-16T16:29:00.001-07:00

I watched you move so loose
my eyes were stuck to you
you never love me back
i never got that part

The twilight moon ate you
the sky admired all of your attributes
i soaked in your smile from the shaky streets
the whole ride home, sometimes i wonder what
you do alone, too many demons haunt your telephone
i die the second i look into your eyes
i fret upon the day i will say my goodbyes

Wont you let me grasp those hands some days
your fists they fidget from my paper palms
i really feel it when i talk to you
I fear i'll never fine another one like you

Your crinkled freckles bleach your pale white mask
the city blues have got the best of you
your hair is comforting the bathroom floor
you tell me how your heart cannot take this strain anymore.
relax your iron jaw, i hope i realize what to say to you,
too scare i'll never find another one like you.

Each separate ballad on a wrinkled napkin
tucked & swallowed in my black hole pockets
my trembling thumbs cant match the telephone dial
you leave me anxious and my bones can't seem to shake it

So when the backseat swallows us
the aching words have aged to ancient dust
your fingers sneak there way back to my palms
As you drift through dreams on the long ride home.
So now the feelings rips my chest up so damn bad
I love the thought of how you keep me from my dreams
don't get to weary when i say this too you
I hope somehow I'll find another one like you.

demons- Timy Plurrazzelo

2009-03-16T16:12:00.000-07:00

I saw god in a hollow dome
Plastered to your neck
bloody down your arms
and all the faithful cried
the angels blinded the streets
the battered cross i hold deep inside of me
Is poking at my heart, ejecting all my pride
So now I choke on pain and spit out tar black lies
the people i have wronged, the words that lay unseen
the copper king undone, the holy grail dug deep.

And it just bites my wrists
it latches to my heart
it's turned my soul to ash
dragged on this lonely road
the light i used too see
has died in all my strive
with every waking word
and every honest sigh
I cry myself to sleep
echo the prayer of peace
because these days wont quit
just as these streets lay deep

And when that light ventures back
caught in my shattered past
i see my worries drain and all of my
thoughts turn sane, the scars upon
my flesh, have began to sew again
i rest my back down, exhale my worried breathes.
these demons sleep in me, when will they wake again.

Mourn- Timy Plurrazzelo

2009-03-16T15:43:00.000-07:00

The bullets burned through his chest
they wiped the the tears that he wept
his words went black
his thoughts have gone cold
and now my eyes leak over your grave
they've turned the dirt to mud
I carved in my name
you always had my back
like heroes on t.v.
and when I said that I would change
my promises grew old on my list of things
my tangled thoughts knot up
and I can't conjure the words
the things that I want to say

But the blood it boils in my arms
the crooked crown atop the crumbling king
the orange ashes cross your tumbling eyes
all of the worship and the sanctity
have turned to wishes in your humble paws
they've blown to ribbons through the golden gates
mow every minutes scratching at your face
your so conceded in this endless race
this time I have gone too far

my tinsel tongues strung to hard.

bliss- Joey Puleio

2009-03-10T08:46:00.000-07:00

and when we enter in our coats of blood screaming
is it to go back?
with a knowledge that will wash away in time,
of a place of warmth, comfort, and serenity.
a feeling
we would all grasp again if it were in arms reach

or at least remember
if we were privileged with those
comfortable memories.

Chuck Daddy's Life

2009-03-06T09:38:00.000-08:00

Whether its being a positive influence to kids
Which I love so dearly
I guess im always going to be a role model
When I do speak up
People get shocked
But really why should you
Life is about speaking out
I'm probably never going to be in the spot light
Like others dream of
I believe if i was ever in that spot light
That one moment
I'll make the best of the sitiuation
Never shyed away from being in the spotlight
It something I would always say I loved
Whether its performing for my old Special Winning Attitude Demonstration Team
Making my own music form for my tae kwon do
I loved ever second of it
I learned even not being in the spot light
The drama that happens when you know you have a voice
Gets to people
Life is so short
To not take a risk
I took on alot of risks in my life
Plenty of them i loved
Some I hated
But at least I tried my best
I served myself a plate of positivity, confidence and desire
Whether individuals hate it or not
I'm always going to be that kid
That going to have a smile
Make a name for myself in a positive way
Even if at times i vent and say things that people
Dont like
Like words spoken word
Its a reality that you do have to take a change to be the very best
Even if it means telling people the truth whether
They like it or not
Being treated unfairly
Was never something I would let anyone want to do
Living life dealing with peoples situations
From being everything I could every dream of
To be doing community service events
Gives and provides me as a role model to others
Love me or hate me it doesnt matter
I'm a goon with a passion
To be what I can be
To make my life better than yours
Is so my goal
My life style is so different than yours
You wouldnt imagine
I always willing to talk about it
Life a bag of chips
You eat it up
Soak things up
Analysis the situation
Take notes
Make it better
Make a name for yourself as a role model
Not superstar
People have to know that
People with more goals and ambitions than you
Will acheive the highest dreams and goals
Than you can ever imagine
So take analysis a song
See if it works
If it connects to you than keep doing it
If you need help seek it before its too late

True words from a real person and keeping it real
Chuck Daddy

In Tents

2009-03-04T20:29:00.000-08:00

this is a project i just became recently involved in, www.myspace.com/weareintents, there's some really chill tunes on the page, should be some new songs up soon as well, check it out

David Weld's Sanctuary

2009-03-04T00:17:00.001-08:00

So I went to David Weld's one day and saw the most beautiful scene I've ever seen, and tried to draw it, but ended up with this because of certain conditions. But it's the same exact scene as the next picture, just umm, in two different mindsets.

A few weeks later, I painted as much as I could remember, but things fade from your mind faster than you'd think, and even a picture of it didn't spark everything I saw that day, but still, it's a painting that sums up so many memories, not just that one day, 'cause so many memories took place there.

Also, it was my first time seriously painting, and I got so into it for the first time ever, stayed up all night painting it and got into Skeletal Lamping that night too. Such a great journey from process to process to finish.

walking the way they want- Joey Puleio

2009-03-03T08:22:00.000-08:00

teachers preaching lullabies
into a sleeping sea of minds.
my head feels light- my eyes are wide
constructing mazes in the tile lines
to myself...
sometimes i think they just cant see,
they've got a life laid out in front of them,
and no room to breath
with surround sound growls, big screen tv's
just to ignore those autumn leaves.
just open your eyes and look around
one by one our cards are delt...
we're candles on a conveyor belt
to burn
and melt
and bound us on this path
while we flood our minds with questions we wont ask...
some times i think they just wont leave
leave me alone inside my head so i can sleep,
so i can see
dreams
coming
going
colors flowing
till i open up my eyes and look around...

SJU Movement

2009-03-01T08:08:00.000-08:00

Its been along time

Make a Movement Blog

But Your boy Chuck Daddy is bak

To tell you about his weekend

At my favorite School SJU
This weekend i saw Street Fighter

Also saw Tyler Perry's MADE

They were good movies

Went to the Pink Zone

Saw Jennie Finch

Olypic Gold Medalist

This movement won't stop

Also I'm still not done with my resume

Also saw John Rockband

They peform too

Went to the Lax Game and we won

Against G-town because they are clowns

Had a faboluos weekend by the way

Made my SYGU poster anyway

I'm off out ship and making my own rules

Lets Go St.Johns and create our own rules

From a True Person, Real Recognize Real, Fake people Fail

Charles "Chuck Daddy" Onyeani

just stay in when it's lookin' this way.

2009-02-28T21:58:00.000-08:00

better view at flickr.com/photos/jenna-michele

let go

2009-02-28T05:30:00.000-08:00

Morph!

2009-02-27T10:29:00.000-08:00

I drew exactly what I wanted to draw for every second of this. It feels so good to do that and not worry about an overall image. Blissful intentions.

Suicide Angel

2009-02-26T18:02:00.000-08:00

This is for you
When you looked at me with that blank stare
Saying "my love, caress me, touch my waist
I'm wearing your favorite underwear"
You know i hate lace

To you and your burden
When the others would take advantage
The alcoholic ramblings of an angel:
"They're not like you, i take them for granted"
You were wrong, because this life is interchangeable

To you and your letter
The note that materialized your silent scream
Your life was pain, and i was the wound
Crying alone, reclusive writing down your dreams
The instrument sounds bad if its not tuned...

Does your suicide sound any better?

Art Dump

2009-02-26T16:29:00.000-08:00

This is a bunch of concept work I have done the past month. I will be modeling these assets in 3d for my demo reel which will be completed by June 2009.

no answers from daddy tonight

2009-02-24T20:55:00.000-08:00

did it take a moment
to collect yourself
before you swallowed the barrel?
was sweat blurring your vision,
coating your fingers,
making it difficult
to pull the trigger?
did fear crawl,
lay low to the floor,
to meet the feet
of such sweet relief?
when you realized
for the first time
you could make the voices
stop

painting them

all over the walls.

a night in september in brooklyn- Joey Puleio

2009-02-23T19:27:00.000-08:00

KPPC

2009-02-23T16:54:00.000-08:00

Shot these at Kings Park Psychiatric Center last semester for my Color I class;

(click to see them biggerrrr)

78 candles.

2009-02-22T15:46:00.000-08:00

here's the newest thing that i've done.

i consider this both performance art and sculpture.

Rococococo

2009-02-22T10:50:00.000-08:00

(click for larger view)

Sooo, I've been really into making these things lately. I don't know what to call them, but it's been really therapeutic. I'm currently a sophomore Photo major at Pratt. I have some more work on my blog. This is the link.

Jillian Avery

counter-clockwise lies

2009-02-19T21:50:00.000-08:00

This is just some old poem I still have from Dec. '05.

They do love you.
So do I.
I don't want to be here with the chance of this nightmare becoming reality.
This morning I thought about dying.
You are my light in the dark,
without you I would be nothing.
I wish you could hear them talk about you the way they do,
but you only hear when they scold.
I wish I could fix everything and make it okay.
But it's hard when i cannot read what you're thinking.
I believe that what you think is wrong,
but the truth is that I do not think; I know.
And when I look,
I see that there is an angel and a demon in every one of our souls,
but when I look at you,
sometimes all I can see is the angel.
Yesterday, I looked through your dresser and could not find your wings,
and there is no God, this is something else I know,
but this morning I woke up trembling,
and I prayed,
Although I do not know to who,
that the absence of wings does not signify a presence of evil,
Because this morning I realized dependency,
and I believe that it is best that i know not how to end a thing.

Bloodstained Revolutions

2009-02-18T16:45:00.000-08:00

Bloodstained revolutions, and grinding our gears
Millions asked to over look their children
A single death is sacrifice, while holding back my tears
I shake hands with my brother "where have you been?"
He's a victim of war, a pawn for the empire all these years
I have nothing but respect, but i can see past his grin.

im in dire need of caffeine.

2009-02-18T11:41:00.000-08:00

This is a photo of my best friend from when I went to visit her last spring in Virginia. I just got around to processing the film and scanning the negatives the other day. Thought I'd put it up. It's one of those images that I really like, but don't really think would go over all that well in class/I don't have the balls to bring it in.

Does anyone know a better way to upload photos so they don't look so shitty? I guess I could upload them onto my web space, but honestly I'm not sure how to do that.

2009-02-17T13:00:00.000-08:00

here's a silk screen print i just entered into the political art show at pratt.

2009-02-16T22:54:00.000-08:00

From the plastic blue
Frame that shapes your world
To the hole punched walls
That help you dream
Stand free from them both
And let yourself breathe

Whaley -KenKorb

2009-02-16T22:51:00.001-08:00

Scribbles is a fun program for Mac. Downloaded it just before and made this cute little wall eyed whale with it. I'd suggest getting it if you have a mac. You don't need to buy it 'cause you can just crop out the watermark that appears on the bottom with like, the preview application thing.

Another Coloring Book Page

2009-02-16T21:04:00.000-08:00

So I gave away the coloring book I've been working on for a few weeks today. Here's another page I made a few days ago:

Seriously I've been thinking so much about making other people have fun with coloring books, and I really wanna try new things to do this. Not even art things, but like, anything. Lots of people don't do much anymore (including myself) and I wanna get back into like, fun little activities/events to have fun with people. I just played Spit with someone last night 'til 6:30 in the morning. I feel like making up games must be so fulfilling when you actually make a fun game without ridiculous flaws. I mean, the creative process would be fun, and you can get so much time out of playing it. I think making a game is my next task, so I'll be back with that eventually hopefully.

old song

2009-02-16T20:28:00.001-08:00

This song is probably like 2 or 3 years old now. I made it with Frankie a while ago at his house and its just been sitting or circulating minutely around my group of friends but I figure this is a good place to show anyone else who might be interested.

Download "Sandcrab" by me and Frankie.

Make Movement Flyer- Joey Puleio

2009-02-16T10:25:00.000-08:00

feel free to print some for yourself and post them up around your school or town, spred the word!!

thanks,
joey

Matte Painting

2009-02-15T15:31:00.000-08:00

My first matte painting. It took about two weeks to complete.

-Eric Sibley

photo/white out/ sharpie concoction -Joey Puleio

2009-02-15T13:55:00.000-08:00

on black and white 35mm film i took a picture of the back of an old scraped up air conditioner, then while developing it i stuck my finger and the grain seeker under the enlarger and used them to block out the light... after that i drew in the details with a sharpie and used white out on the areas that needed more white.

jennamichele.photography

2009-02-14T12:43:00.000-08:00

i'm jenna. i'm mostly interested in photography. i've stopped for awhile because i'm easily intimidated, but i'm getting back into it again. i feel like i need it. (the photos are my roommate)

just some art of mine

2009-02-14T09:19:00.000-08:00

assignment in class that brought to mind make movement.- Joey Puleio

2009-02-14T02:47:00.000-08:00

"What we need are books that hit us like a most painful misfortune, like the death of someone we loved more than we love ourselves, that make us feel as though we had been banished to the woods, far from any human presence, like a suicide. A book must be the ax for the frozen sea within us."- Franz Kafka

The quote from Franz Kafka expresses not only how i feel about books, but about everything. Unfortunately not much today has that much to offer. It's hard come across something so honest it shakes you, and half the time people that do come across something that honest aren't honest enough with themselves to be shaken.
From the time that we are younger we are taught in a repeated pattern that has proves successful in some and leaves no room for exploration and creativity; giving us no real personal fulfillment, just the satisfaction of it being done. Our whole life we are taught to repeat what works or repeat what sells and this mindset has taken over everything we have, including personal creative outlets used to express ones self, their ideas, or their feelings.
Music has been turned into a game where the band with the most Internet views or the closest carbon-copy of the latest trends are labeled the best, where no on one cares for substance or the pain or how real other music comes across. People can't even take time to try and relate to music anymore because they are too caught up in fitting in or being accepted.
I can't help but to think that the same or a similar trend will follow in literature. the world is killing its creativity in fear of giving people a chance to do things their own way, and its scary the way people just get in line.

one real, one fake

2009-02-13T21:42:00.000-08:00

owl was designed by me, done by tommy at cliffs tattoo in selden

Hand was all me, bic penned it

pencil- dan Piampiano

2009-02-13T21:39:00.000-08:00

A little self portrait for you guys

home sweet home.

2009-02-13T19:58:00.001-08:00

these are just a few photos i had from about 8 months ago while i was visiting long island. they're not really anything special, just kind of messing around.

in honor of the upcoming presidents week...

2009-02-13T15:42:00.000-08:00

well i started drawing abe lincoln via sharpie on an empty postage stamp sheet and sorta got carried away... which is no excuse for how weird this is--actually, that probably only adds to the weirdness. but i still kinda like it

Friday the 13thhh \m/ Ft Gill Blitzer: Ivan Ceron

2009-02-13T13:20:00.000-08:00

so I was walkin around the mall and as i was checkin my schedule for work at Zumiez, i ran into our good friend Gill and small talk led to me tattooing her earlier on today. She said she was getting her Lip tattooed and i wanted to hook her up with some ink so we exchanged numbers via Facebook and bammm. check it out kidssss!

E.

Tri-colored mobile upload - Ken Korb

2009-02-13T07:11:00.000-08:00

Photography is making art out of God's art. So here's a picture I took on my phone of one of the intelligent design's masterpieces:

Big picture at http://img528.imageshack.us/img528/4949/thecoloredroadaheadma8.jpg

And I've been reading about Intelligent Design lately. Really interesting.

Taken on my phone

2009-02-13T05:19:00.000-08:00

This was a model from my life drawing class, wednesday nights 6-11 lol 5 hours of naked people

train tracks and the animal- Joey Puleio

2009-02-12T21:34:00.000-08:00

2009-02-12T20:51:00.000-08:00

used to make a lot of drawings/collages similar this one. this blog is sorta reminding me that i should keep doing so. hooray for initiative! thought it was fairly appropriate to post this one near valentines day.

his name is Dale the Elephant

2009-02-12T20:15:00.000-08:00

Well lately my doodles have turned into awkward "pointalism" paintings. This is just one of them.
The pictures don't do this cute elephant justice, unfortunately and the colors are a little different in person but I tried.

I pledge alliance to Red Storm nation

2009-02-12T18:44:00.000-08:00

I pledge allegiance to the red storm universe
That i will never turn my back on my team
To stop the being about me
To be about the team
The one skool
The one hope
The One dream
The one goal
That only a few can bring to this skool
The nation of the red strom
Will run things one day
To see red
To see the storm
The thunder
The lighting
The red sky
Under one school
That stands for Vincentian, Metopolitan and Catholic University
I pledge never give up
Never surrender
I pledge I will not quit
In the classroom, as a fan, as a student

True words from Chuck Daddy
Take this read it and copy
Than only only than your realize the truth
P.S
I hate when people label someone the new face and that new face thinks he is a star. I listen to T.I. "make sure the fame doesnt go to my head"- T.I. One day your here than the next your not, so stay humble.

I. - Katie Anello

2009-02-12T18:42:00.000-08:00

All the time we spent
turned into thoughts that you repent.
Feeling things that once had disappeared
to only come back and make you fear.
With what was new, exciting and honest.
Real.

But getting ahead of the race.
Something one cannot retrace.
Steps taken and want returned.
It will take a long time before you learn
that what we have will never be erased.
Forever this will exist.

Time will only tell where I stand in this race
against people of your past and present.
The conscious can play many tricks.
Our heart the control center.
I hope you get better.

Under the dictionaries definition of fate reads 'us'.
Just the best of friends for now is not enough.
I hope your heart heals
from the damage that has been brought upon you
so you can be true.
I know you see this.
I know you feel this too.
and I hope you get better
so we can be better.

I normally never write, but I have found it to be a good release for me. And it makes me clear my mind no matter how much I feel that my head is about to explode. (Just in time for valentine's day too huh? Great timing, I know.)

too much

2009-02-12T15:19:00.000-08:00

this is what i do to keep my sanity. write and take pictures of things. it is not a talent, obviously, but it's all i have.

definemyline. Katie Anello

2009-02-12T14:29:00.003-08:00

My name's Katie. I draw, paint, photograph, and everything in between. Art is my passion and it's what I want to do for the rest of my life. My website ( http://katieanello.blogspot.com ) is one I follow up on and update when I've got the time, but it's hard to do so from a college dorm room. Will cross-post to this blog every now and then.

Ink work and whatnot. //: Ivan Ceron

2009-02-12T13:59:00.000-08:00

my regular day consists of early txts from people
who would like art work drawn out or designed for them.
after ive eaten a decent amount of food and i run errands
my little mini shop opens and people get work done.
this was the first tattoo of the day. check it out and let
me know what you guys think. more will be coming.

[ Sagittarius Sign w/ Rasta Accent. ]

Exploring Disorder: the Testers Syndrome Edition- Joey Puleio

2009-02-12T11:09:00.000-08:00

a short pseudo documentary about a disease i made up...enjoy!!

now a before shadow

2009-02-11T23:04:00.000-08:00

I really like the idea of this blog. The following is a link to download, or the myspace for a song that Ken Korb and I made recently. I hope maybe I can put art on here sometime for a change.

download
or
myspace

late night...

2009-02-11T22:22:00.000-08:00

i really an not super skilled at too many creative things, but i can always try...i took this while i was eating breakfast upstate with about two feet of snow on the ground. i like taking pictures and i think im going to invest in a camera and start to take more, hopefully ill be able to get some good pictures, or atleast capture some great memorys...or just make people laugh somehow...whatever, keep posting and keep on keeping on

2009-02-11T20:54:00.000-08:00

There is truth
behind the Lions eyes

Truth: he is king

The rest can be lies

my displeasure-dan Piampiano

2009-02-11T20:22:00.000-08:00

as i walk down the street,
i can see all the waves of gray,
I'm the only sound mind,
and I challenge the shade of the day,
most people won't even notice,
my flawless sense of trash,
but as I walk to you're fire,
I feel my soles turn into ash.

So you cant blame me for wanting this,
its not my fault,
you were the one that missed out,
and I guess I'm responsible,
its not that Im better than you,
Im just better than this,
I appear to be the only one true,
only one who exists.
but its all in vain,
all in vain,
for you

now I'm at the gala,
and my suits pressed and finely trimmed,
it covers me with cotton security,
and deep shade of grim,
if it were the real me,
i'd choose to be completely bare,
but i have to keep up with the image i started,
have to keep up for fear of being departed,
gotta keep up for all the fans I collect in my head,
but its all in vain,
yea its all in vain,
just for you.

2009-02-11T20:20:00.000-08:00

i really lack any sufficient amount of creative talent, but i do really enjoy reading other peoples' thoughts and i have a large collection of quotes, so i'll post this one. i "stumbledupon" the website www.sleeptrip.com, which is a collection of a girl's projects and i found this somewhere in there.

"I used to think that after you died you would get to see yourself through the eyes of everyone you had ever interacted with, and that depending on your behavior, this could be heaven or hell."

music?

2009-02-11T19:36:00.000-08:00

i find myself with a lot of downtime here at school and i find a great way to pass the time is to experiment with sounds and styles, i've posted some of the more acceptable things i've done here, so if you ever have some downtime and can't think of anything else to do (or if you just want to hear some tunes), check out the page

salud.

Witness

2009-02-11T17:45:00.000-08:00

they’re just the walls of a closet
only they witnessed what happened here
she can hear them.
can you hear them?
no one can hear them
no one can hear
her.

it only took a few minutes

but shes been trapped here
between these walls
for years.

unable to open the door and let them speak

scream.

shhh
in denial of this disease.
-addiction
she’ll never tell.
a fantasy
to forget.

she’ll tear down those walls,
eardrums exploding
the only
witness.

i'm gonna help you catch wreck.

2009-02-11T16:22:00.000-08:00

i could retrace every step we've taken from as early as may to as late as december.
the road is as vividly outlined as my eyes,
and i travel it more often then i should,
and i never look back.

i eat, sleep, and breathe those memories.
the weary nights at whoever's.
the one's that still reek of alcohol,
on your breath, breathing hard on my neck.
i still feel that same intoxication,
the one you placed on my shoulders for 6 long months,
that you now keep in that box under your bed,
you know, the same one you keep my soul in.
the ropes hard to climb when all the knots we've tied have all come undone.

nobody notices.. TaylorBogart

2009-02-11T15:45:00.000-08:00

the reckless branch- Joey Puleio

2009-02-11T12:42:00.000-08:00

the lake is frozen.

the leaves are dead,

even some trapped beneath the slick arctic coating.