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The Flork's Interests
General
Girls,Music, Marilyn Manson, Drawing, Animating and animation, movies, video games, Playing in the rain, you, sculpting, hanging out with friends, this, that, and the other thing.
and most of all, my art:
Music
Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson, Korn, Nine Inch Nails, Zombie, cash, clash, Ramshtine, Android lust, sneaker pimps, blood brothers,Within temptation, collide apoctagama,nvn nation, lords of acid, gorillaz, the muse, msi, spine shank, old slipknot, kittie, 80's music, and oh yeah Marilyn Manson :-Þ
Movies
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Lost boys, Legend, Laybrinth, Fight Club, Interview with a Vampire, Donnie Darko, House of a 1000 corpses, the Crow, Night Mare Before Christmas, Goonies, hellboy, batman begins, dawn/day of the dead, rules of attraction, Royal tanunbalms? Napolian dynomite, ong back, hong kong hustle, kill bill vol.1, American Psycho, beetlejuice, tedd bundy lol.Bully, Predator 1&2, Aliens. true romance, Fear and loathing in las vegas, iriversable, Dangerus life of alter boys.life aqwatic
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Television
Conan O'brian, attack of the show, sopranos, curb your enthusiasum. LOST, Dog the bounty hunter, Family Guy, Simpsons, Friends, Signfeld, Fooly Cooly, real world, other than that, whatever movie is on.
Books
Long Hard Road Outta hell, Battle Royal, fight club, a scanner darkly, candy,
art books
Heroes
Living your life in the shadow of some one els is a waste of time, if people spent as much time being them selves as they did trying to be a hero, they would have been one already.
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Academy Of Art College
San Francisco, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: N/A
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Illustration/game/animation
Clubs: The Flork Fan Club: members-1
2005 to Present
Cogswell Polytechnical College
Sunnyvale, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: N/A
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Digital art and animation: Entertanment design/illustration
Clubs: game club probbably
2005 to 2005
The Art Institute Of California-San Francisco
San Francisco, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: N/A
Student status: Alumni
Degree: Bachelor's Degree
Major: Game art and design
Clubs: Comic book, game, sculpture
2002 to 2004
Winters High
Winters, CALIFORNIA
Graduated: 2000
Student status: Alumni
Degree: High School Diploma
Clubs: poetry
About me: ................
I gripped the pillow tightly and burrowed my head deep into it. I hoped it would catch my
tears and when I lifted my head it would all be a dream. But when I lifted my head there was
only him, my father, swaggering in like a cock in a hen house. “Whaaaaaat are you crying
about?” he said in a patronizing tone, knowing damn well what I was crying about. “I’ll give
you something to cry about ” he yelled “You already did ” I screamed with my big boy
voice. I was nine years old and today was the day before my birthday.
I lived in the country with the closest neighbor being a mile away and the closet kid my
age being 5 miles away. Out there on the hill my only friends were my whylie cats. They
were my best friends and the only real source of entertainment I had growing up. Always
running here and there, it was great fun to catch and tease them. I had friends at school, but
they where only school friends because every one lived in town, and I was out of town. When I
was able to play with friends it was rare and I always tried to get the most awesome play time
in I could.. The day before my birthday was one such day, a great day. My friend was going
to pick me up at home, Which was no small feet. The road up the hill was long and argues for
most cars, and I would have to walk down the mile and half road to the bottom to be picked up
on most occasions. But not on this day, the day before my birthday.
My friend and his mother arrived early to pick me up. “Excellent More play time ”I
thought. We got to his house and I was overwhelmed with all the spectacular things he had. Not
only did he have a rope swing, but a rope swing that had a little lake under it that we could jump
in. It’s amazing how much fun can be had with a just a rope, a tree, and a small pool of water.
With our knees sufficiently scraped and our finger nails filled to the maximum with dirt we heard a “ok
boys, time to take Christopher home” Miss Hardy always had away of ending our fun at the
worst moment. We drove the long hard road home and up the mountain to the top where my
father was waiting. I said my good byes to my friend, and hello to my dad. He was drinking a
beer, which I hadn’t seen him do since I was in diapers. He was in very good spirits and greeted
me warmly none the less and asked how my play day was. I told him I had fun and wished I
could have played longer. “That’s how it goes.” he said as he turned away and I walked off to
sneak up on my favorite cat Garfield. He was the whilyest of them all and it was very rare to
find him napping. What a great day I thought. As I snuck up on him my father yelled “No, no,
boy, don’t touch him, he’s got lead poisoning, “GWAH HA HA HA.” I didn’t under stand. As I
walked closer my dad continued “They all do GWAH HA HA HA” I looked up and saw that all
my cats were sleeping, Garfield, Thor, Gizmo, Night, Pongo, and Chester, all of them were
sleeping. As I inched closer to Garfield I saw a pool of blood building up underneath him. I
looked back at my dad with tears in my eyes and saw his gun half hazardly thrown on to the
trunk of his old Honda . Then I realized what he had done. I cried out loud and hard running into
the house and grabbed my pillow. I had never cried so hard in my life. I could still hear my dad
laughing as he came in. “Whaaaaaat are you crying about?” he said in a patronizing tone,
knowing damn well what I was crying about. “I’ll give you something to cry about ” he
shouted. “You already did ” I screamed with my big boy voice. Then I heard a loud slap and
my eyes went shut. When I opened them I was on the ground and my face stung.
This was the day my best friends lied dead on my front yard.
This was the day I lost my father...
This was the day I stopped crying...
This was the day before my 10th birthday...
Happy birthday to me...
Woah! Step back - the future's so bright for you it's blinding me! You are the coolest of the cool. Everyone looks up to you as the benchmark for being coooool. The fonze was your grandfather. Any cooler and you'd freeze! WOO it's chilly in here.
Who I'd like to meet:
Good lookin girls that want to pose for my drawings ;-)
Some one who messages me before they add me, and definitely some one who once adds me, messages me, I’m tired of being a trophy! LMAO other than that, if yah got fish net and eyeliner, you got my heart ;-)
Be who you are and say what you feel, cuz those who matter don’t mind, and those who mind, don’t matter...
.. >
you should go to this.its at the filmore.its going to be the show of the summer
Tuesday, 7/15/08 The Summer Slaughter Tour- The Black Dahlia Murder with Kataklysm, Vader, Cryptopsy, The Faceless, Despised Icon, Aborted, Born of Osiris, Psycroptic, White Chapel
You're still in school? Dear lord.. are you trying to get the place named after you because you pay them so much money???
We're doing great. Andrew is still working for Totally Games, Alex is three years old now.. and I can finally call myself a professional writer (suckers actually pay me for things I write. )
It has been a long time my friend. But true love never dies, and you and are now back together again, forever.
Your art seems to have gotten 82 times better than when I saw it at AI. But I'm not sure how that's even possible, considering you are honestly the most gifted artist I've ever met and as far as I was concerned, had no room for improvement. Seriously.
Oh, and I'm not sure you're aware of this but your profile picture is of you turning into Venom.
dayam, that group is sweet that's playing on your background page... hehe i'm heading to the My Chemical Romance concert in san francisco next month... freakin paid almost $150 a ticket DoH!!! so how you been dude?!?!
Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson, Marilyn Manson, Korn, Nine Inch Nails, Zombie, cash, clash, Ramshtine, Android lust, sneaker pimps, blood brothers,Within temptation, collide apoctagama,nvn nation, lords of acid, gorillaz, the muse, msi, spine shank, old slipknot, kittie, 80's music, and oh yeah Marilyn Manson :-Þ
..
Lost boys, Legend, Laybrinth, Fight Club, Interview with a Vampire, Donnie Darko, House of a 1000 corpses, the Crow, Night Mare Before Christmas, Goonies, hellboy, batman begins, dawn/day of the dead, rules of attraction, Royal tanunbalms? Napolian dynomite, ong back, hong kong hustle, kill bill vol.1, American Psycho, beetlejuice, tedd bundy lol.Bully, Predator 1&2, Aliens. true romance, Fear and loathing in las vegas, iriversable, Dangerus life of alter boys.life aqwatic
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I gripped the pillow tightly and burrowed my head deep into it. I hoped it would catch my
tears and when I lifted my head it would all be a dream. But when I lifted my head there was
only him, my father, swaggering in like a cock in a hen house. “Whaaaaaat are you crying
about?” he said in a patronizing tone, knowing damn well what I was crying about. “I’ll give
you something to cry about ” he yelled “You already did ” I screamed with my big boy
voice. I was nine years old and today was the day before my birthday.
I lived in the country with the closest neighbor being a mile away and the closet kid my
age being 5 miles away. Out there on the hill my only friends were my whylie cats. They
were my best friends and the only real source of entertainment I had growing up. Always
running here and there, it was great fun to catch and tease them. I had friends at school, but
they where only school friends because every one lived in town, and I was out of town. When I
was able to play with friends it was rare and I always tried to get the most awesome play time
in I could.. The day before my birthday was one such day, a great day. My friend was going
to pick me up at home, Which was no small feet. The road up the hill was long and argues for
most cars, and I would have to walk down the mile and half road to the bottom to be picked up
on most occasions. But not on this day, the day before my birthday.
My friend and his mother arrived early to pick me up. “Excellent More play time ”I
thought. We got to his house and I was overwhelmed with all the spectacular things he had. Not
only did he have a rope swing, but a rope swing that had a little lake under it that we could jump
in. It’s amazing how much fun can be had with a just a rope, a tree, and a small pool of water.
With our knees sufficiently scraped and our finger nails filled to the maximum with dirt we heard a “ok
boys, time to take Christopher home” Miss Hardy always had away of ending our fun at the
worst moment. We drove the long hard road home and up the mountain to the top where my
father was waiting. I said my good byes to my friend, and hello to my dad. He was drinking a
beer, which I hadn’t seen him do since I was in diapers. He was in very good spirits and greeted
me warmly none the less and asked how my play day was. I told him I had fun and wished I
could have played longer. “That’s how it goes.” he said as he turned away and I walked off to
sneak up on my favorite cat Garfield. He was the whilyest of them all and it was very rare to
find him napping. What a great day I thought. As I snuck up on him my father yelled “No, no,
boy, don’t touch him, he’s got lead poisoning, “GWAH HA HA HA.” I didn’t under stand. As I
walked closer my dad continued “They all do GWAH HA HA HA” I looked up and saw that all
my cats were sleeping, Garfield, Thor, Gizmo, Night, Pongo, and Chester, all of them were
sleeping. As I inched closer to Garfield I saw a pool of blood building up underneath him. I
looked back at my dad with tears in my eyes and saw his gun half hazardly thrown on to the
trunk of his old Honda . Then I realized what he had done. I cried out loud and hard running into
the house and grabbed my pillow. I had never cried so hard in my life. I could still hear my dad
laughing as he came in. “Whaaaaaat are you crying about?” he said in a patronizing tone,
knowing damn well what I was crying about. “I’ll give you something to cry about ” he
shouted. “You already did ” I screamed with my big boy voice. Then I heard a loud slap and
my eyes went shut. When I opened them I was on the ground and my face stung.
This was the day my best friends lied dead on my front yard.
This was the day I lost my father...
This was the day I stopped crying...
This was the day before my 10th birthday...
Happy birthday to me...
