| " | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\tThis is another anxiety conquest pic that I did a while ago, I got influenced by listening to Black Sabbath / Ozzy Osbourne and some other classic heavy metal for its themes in their lyrics and stuff. And I watched Assault on Precinct 13 (dir. John Carpenter), and I thought it kicked butt. ^^ () To fight my demons, I pretty much will make artwork like this trigger after trigger. I shall make it as creative as I can with it. Enojo the Eunuch roams around and is at a great qualm with his inner being as an Artificer, whose intent is to provide illumination toward only the virile. When his own insticts takes over his mind and escapes control, he soon resorted to volunteer for extraction of his organs as his way to eliminate this disorder of his. Having been free from his disorder, he has for weeks been planning his sieges for now tom "warriors" by studying and concocting barrier spells, musculo-fissure carcinogens to prepare for such situation. He vows vengeance to exterminate any virile illuminator that has abused his physically and socially downtrodden tomfriend, and he will yield to nothing, hence the charge word, culo. On that word, he promises to protect his tomfriend from any harm. His next plan is to steal a Tangerine Phallo, an artifact of aphrodisia for those of genes of the Lupo that are destined while active in a divine linage. Possessing a tromp l'oeil appearance of glass or cellophane, it is borne with a vermilion hue of a pliable fibrous musculo-esque tissue in crystalline consistency, whose base enclose two soft sticky phlegm consisted spheres each connect to a tube through which their tart scented colloidal solution is dispensed at rocket speed after velocious friction of the crystalline surface. Upon impact on the ground borne from assassination attempt, the solution turns bloody red, and the Phallo loses its chroma and turns over-fired (thus brittle), which will turn the race slowly to extinction. Or so legends are told. The tom shows off his eyes whose pupils glow with a color aurora appearance of light, witnessing and triumphing his deed, hissing with laughter. I had to express some self-reflection, but in a creative manner, and to maintain my well-being somehow. It just comes out. I do get inspired by others' art with such creative manner. Well... it's been a month since I posted a piece.\n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t\t | \n\t\t\t\t\t\t\t