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HI GUYS, I'M BACK. Real life ate me up for a bit. In the time I was away, I managed to finish a few commissions as well as enroll in grad school! YAY. Masters in Social Psychology at my alma mater, all but drowning in reading materials and soaking every bit of information up like a sponge. Life has generally been good. Also, a week away from my 23rd birthday. A real live adult.

Or one hopes. Here're a few things I've been up to, all of them from my novel in progress The Mourning Son.

Gilbert Ramirez recounts his romantic misadventures to one skeptical Narcissa 'Cissa' Uytengsu while he uses Noah Martelino as a prop.

Noah is not very happy with this heterosexual nonsense.

There is no reconciliation that will put me in my place

And there is no time like the present to drink these draining seconds

But seldom do these words ring true when I'm constantly failing you

Like walls that we just can't break through until we disappear

So tell me now

If this ain't love then how do we get out?

Because I don't know

That's when she said I don't hate you boy

I just want to save you while there's still something left to save

That's when I told her I love you girl

But I'm not the answer for the questions that you still have

Savior - Rise Against

Noah and Honor's relationship consists not on the healthy stuff of wanting to grow together, but the unfortunate and desperate need to fill a gaping void that is their personal neurosis.

It's been a while since I drew everyone's (?) favorite music teacher, Ethan Hayes. I've chubbied him up since I last drew him. He likes dressing like an old guy.

Gilbert is trying to explain to Noah just how deep in pure steaming shit he is.

Pro Hint: Waist Deep.

Would you rather See or would you rather be Blind?