The Bitter Truth

Now, I'll admit that I'm a little bitter but IN ALL SERIOUSNESS, I find something wrong with people being all lovey dovey gross on Facebook. This was a good little conversation I had today:

 

The truth hurts.

New Work

I have been trying my hand at acrylic painting lately. I really really enjoy it, helps everything come to life!

I call this guy 'The Eyetopus'. Wasn't that long of a project really but I love how it turned out.

This one was a labor of love. It took me about 2 weeks. It could have been sooner, but hey I'm lazy.

Thats it for now!

Magz

Oh Boy.

Well guys, I've been gone for a bit, not that it matters much. Been doing lots of artsy stuff lately so hopefully I can get that up in the next few days! Blog has also gone through a bit of a revamping as I was not happy with the look of it.




Just glad to be back!

Magz

From the mind of a fucked up teenager PART ONE.

For whatever reason, I decided to go into my giant box of old letters, drawings, and journals. I found a lot of things, read through them and realized how mentally broken I was, well more than now haha. Being a teenager has got to be one of the hardest things in your life for some people. It was for me. I was extremely depressed, and hoped for love or death on a daily basis. My upbringing was not a very loving environment and I realize that now. That being said I find it interesting, the letters I received and the things I wrote or drew. So over the next little bit I'm going to be sharing those on this blog. All I ask is that you read and look at things with little judgement as I am 22 now and most things were received or written between the ages of 13-17.

This letter is from a guy I used to mail back and forth when I was 13-14 ish.

I met him through a mutual friend, but he lived in Ontario.

He loved me, a lot.

I never knew if the feeling would be mutual.

This letter was from my friend Shane. He lived in Ontario as well. 

We met at 13, and he was struggling with the fact that he was gay.

He could not tell his parents, so we talked about things with each other.

I'm sure he eventually told them.

It was pretty obvious, haha.

These are from two sisters I befriended in North Carolina.

We were friends for a while, and I'm kind of sad that we lost touch.

They were both a few years older than me but were originally

from Canada.

Brings back a lot of weird/silly memories.

Until next time.

I'm a Mutha-Fuckin' Monstah.

I am going to see the AWESOME Nekromantix in August. For that I am completely stoked! I can't wait to hear that Rockabilly/Psychobilly craziness, Seriously. On another note, I am pretty burnt. Sent yesterday rafting for two hours, and today went for a giant walk, and sat in the sun pretty much all day. Did I mention I'm a redhead? Yeah lobster. I don't scream in the warm sun though.

I'm also going to go see Mother Mother again on the free Coke stage this year at the Annual Calgary Stampede we have every year. I literally hate it, but I decided since the band line up is so good this year, and I haven't been on amusement park rides for a while that I should go and enjoy myself. I am really trying to take these negative things I think and feel and replace them with something positive. If I ever want to get over any issues I have, I realize now that I need to do this to regain some sort of sanity. It's what I intend to do. I haven't been drinking much, and I've been reading/drawing/taking pictures A LOT. I know I'm feeling better and it's so awesome.

IF YOU HAVE AN INSTAGRAM You should follow me: Bythethroatx, do it, or rabid stuff will eat your brain. Here's some pictures from it because everything is better with pictures:

Until next time!