And will be an even longer time before I come 'round here. dA has became dull. Want a photo? Yeah, take one of my emo/fashion/landscape photo. WTF? Is that photography as it intended to be? Want a drawing? Yeah, take one of these beautiful photoshopped drawings anime style. COME ON people! Stop being sheeps! When I see some crappy drawing by a renown dA artisit with something like 4150 favourites and true master pieces with like 1 fav, or even less sometimes. I say that this site has missed its purpose. Everything 'round here has became commercial, ads and stuff. I say:"Enough", I say:"Stop, this is no more art". And then I think and say:"I leave". And well that's what I'm about to do. It will just be a gallery. No more chitty chat and stuff. No more faves and no more watch. It's useless.

Sick of orthograph faults, of short skirts, tired of boring machos, and moustaches. Dead about your stupidity, bored of ur mistakes, of your vain try to be what you can't be, thinking to myself that I better shut up than try to convince you, my dear. Better be alone than misguided.
WHAT IS A WOLF WITHOUT A PACK? Well, may be such a thing as me.

Wooh. Been a long time, photos, no more drawings (except porn) and the usual 'nobody gives a fuck about you, wanker!So shut the fuck up.'
What is a wolf without a pack?

Enfin un job, des vraies vacances très excitantes en Ardèche, un court voyage à Lyon et de l'alcool comme s'il en pleuvait. Je Fais n'importe quoi, comme le Lézard-Roi.

Lately, mediocrity has stroke France. It's not about any kind of election, or something. It's just that France has became an artistic wasteland. We, so proud of human rights and democracy, have fallen, we are what Romans called Lapsi, so I'm right now a lapsus, have fallen into demagogy and populism. So I declare myself not a part of France government and as thus have declared myself an outlaw, not recognizing myszlf in the actal government. I'm a fellon to my own country. And from my new own supremacy I declare this gallery closed. If you want to know about my whereabouts good luck. I'll be gone. And I'll show you how to disappear completely. I don't recognize myself in my country. I'm an eternal wanderer now. Consider me dead. And reborn.