genocide: the Atheist's prayer

The List.

Mon, 24 Jul 2006 08:03:03 GMT

1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. Innocence
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. Silence
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. ~~Rainbow~~
19. Gray
20. Fortitude
21. Vacation
22. Mother Nature
23. Cat
24. No Time
25. Trouble Lurking
26. Tears
27. Foreign
28. Sorrow
29. Happiness
30. Under the Rain
31. Flowers
32. Night
33. Expectations
34. Stars
35. Hold My Hand
36. Precious Treasure
37. Eyes
38. Abandoned
39. Dreams
40. Rated
41. Teamwork
42. Standing Still
43. Dying
44. Two Roads
45. ~~Illusion~~
46. Family
47. ~~Creation~~
48. Childhood
49. Stripes
50. Breaking the Rules
51. Sport
52. Deep in Thought
53. Keeping a Secret
54. Tower
55. Waiting
56. Danger Ahead
57. ~~Sacrifice~~
58. Kick in the Head
59. ~~No Way Out~~
60. Rejection
61. ~~Fairy Tale~~
62. Magic
63. Do Not Disturb
64. Multitasking
65. Horror
66. Traps
67. Playing the Melody
68. Hero
69. Annoyance
70. 67%
71. Obsession
72. Mischief Managed
73. I Can't
74. Are You Challenging Me?
75. Mirror
76. Broken Pieces
77. Test
78. Drink
79. Starvation
80. Words
81. Pen and Paper
82. Can You Hear Me?
83. Heal
84. Out Cold
85. Spiral
86. Seeing Red
87. Food
88. Pain
89. ~~Through the Fire~~
90. Triangle
91. Drowning
92. ~~All That I Have~~
93. Give Up
94. Last Hope
95. ~~Advertisement~~
96. In the Storm
97. Safety First
98. Puzzle
99. Solitude
100. Relaxation

7-22-2006 : Sacrifice - Adia "Butterfly" Bailey
7-24-2006 : Illusion - Nikkephoros Reston & Thane James Thyme
7-29-2006 : Fairytale - Ohtar Niniel
8-13-2006 : No Way Out - Thane James Thyme
8-15-2006 : Advertisement - Nimrod
9-28-2006 : Creation - Ibdol of Amarante
9-28-2006 : Through the Fire - Thyme Family
9-28-2006 : All That I Have - Blankha "San Fran" Thelander
10-29-2006 : Rainbow - [jessIka Dawn Reeves

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This is an endeavour that sparks inspiration when Muse leaves nothing in my head.
Also, this is the kind of stuff you get when you kick your Muse's ass into gear.
They get spoiled, you know.

#57 - Sacrafice

Sat, 22 Jul 2006 09:31:02 GMT

Butterfly, Flutterby.
Smile just once more, kiss me once more.
Make life a li'l more bearable this day.

And no matter how strong the love/bond, Thane realized much later, a friend's death could very well be as priceless as their life.

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#57 on The List

Commission - Blaque Iyakao

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 02:22:40 GMT

Blaque Iyakao - image is (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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Flesh study, really. Originally there was only going to be a doodle, however, fortunately for the girl, I went a bit far. I must say, this has to be one of the more fulfilling images I've done in the last year or so. Even the sketch was entertaining.

Blaque Iyakao - sketch is (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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The Hellion is useless to me right now.

Mon, 10 Jul 2006 01:19:55 GMT

So I thought I'd share:

Bloo Killinten - "Portrait 1" - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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A character, I must say, that is entirely inspired by Nick Cave -- yet with no specific reference.

I love it.

...

Mon, 03 Jul 2006 15:31:06 GMT

Apparently I'm your kid, croaky.

LIVE TRUMPS 1.1

watch skorchedutopia fight

CREATE YOUR CARD

Aw, for Fuck's Sake.

Sun, 02 Jul 2006 08:50:15 GMT

Celibacy & Masturbation
Avail. for 7 Days | 2.8something Mbs
feat. Billy Connolly

If for no other reason, download for this man's accent.
Oh, the Love.

WTF, Mate?

Thu, 08 Jun 2006 05:39:35 GMT

The A-Sexual Revolution!
[I believe in population control, but damn... isn't this going a bit far?]

Ants are Communists.

Sun, 28 May 2006 09:04:46 GMT

Don't ask, just read.
Feedback would be appreciated.

            At a very early age, Nathaniel began coaching his daughter in the ways of politics and religion. While it was standard aristocracy to uphold the Christian belief of monotheism, her father made sure she understood that this was a path of order and there were other consequences than a ‘just’ God. For all of his stereotypical insight – Evolution and survival of the fittest made him unique.

            Thane was but seven – still dodging mirrors and tap-dancing – when she was crouched over a cobblestone studying the ground with an intensity her father couldn’t help but admire. He had been debating quite feverishly over a rather asinine dispute and stepped out on the veranda to collect his thoughts only to be confronted by his spitting image of a girl-child ignoring all that was around her but that single stone. Seeming to ignore his approach, Nathaniel Thyme found himself smiling. Yes, she looked exactly as he did at that age, all but her prided long black tresses that fell mid-back. A couple foot-falls away he stopped, her timid voice quite clear in the quiet afternoon.
            “Ants are so busy all the time, Father.” Her statement held a tone of question.
            “They have to,” he’d respond, taking the moment to light his cigar, “otherwise they couldn’t survive as a colony.” A moment passed and his input seemed to suffice, he took a step closer and crouched down beside his daughter. Tiny black specks furiously tore at what seemed to be a crust of white bread. Thane said nothing as she reached out a slender finger and poked at her query, a small smile creeping over her face as the white bread swarmed black. Delighted, she glanced up at Nathaniel’s worn face for approval, her smile tugging into a grin of mischievousness. “That is also how communism works.”
            “A utopian world?”
            “Yes. Every ant in a colony performs a job to survive. If that job goes undone, the colony suffers – possibly even fails. So they work constantly, every ant equal in their charge and determined to complete it. They do it for the same reward and the same goal: survival.”
            “It works well.” That inquisitive child would respond.
            “Well, to a point. Ants, over millions of years, remain the same. Every ant in every place in every hill performs the same task their ancestors did. While this does indeed work, it fails as well. They fail to evolve as individuals and therefore they fail to climb the food chain.”
            “Is that why the aristocracies won’t allow communism?”
            “Partially.” Planning carefully as to how he would explain this, the cigar smoke curled in his mouth deliciously “It places people in a pigeon hole they can’t get out of no matter how they might try. The same mundane task day after day for food and shelter and they become comfortable with it. There’s no struggle, there’s no aspiration to do better. Why should they? Everything they need is there. Where as capitalism grooms an individual to improve for better things, better food, a better lifestyle. In turn, the society grows through survival of the fittest. Now those who are not the fittest, Thane, I still believe there is a place for the ants of the world.”
            “And where is that, Father?”
            “Our society still needs workers for the wagon trains.” Nathaniel rose with a stiff groan, took another puff off of his cigar and patted his work-in-progress fondly. As he walked back to a war that raged within the library, he couldn’t help but smile. She would be a masterpiece.

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Thane James Thyme as a li'l girl...
The 'masterpiece' comment wasn't my own, however. Henry Rollins believes that Luke Cave, Nick Cave's son, would be his greatest work yet. I can imagine Nathaniel Thyme taking great pride in his daughter. -- Hopefully this is reflected.

Anti-Muse

Sat, 27 May 2006 15:01:18 GMT

"Anti-Muse" - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig

Inspiration runs dry all too often.
:F

Words are (c) Nick Cave.

Coolest Thing. EVAR.

Fri, 26 May 2006 04:13:29 GMT

Stuck at Prom - A Scholarship for Highschool Students
(c) 2005 to... whomever.

Damn, I wished I'd known about this when I was still in school.
I might've not dropped out.

Anywhore, admire the Floyd-ness!

Sardinia, Italy.

Mon, 15 May 2006 05:02:56 GMT

Now that I'm reading my beloved National Geographics again, I remember just how much the photography means to me. I'd have to say this is my favorite magazine, hands down.
[Anybody else taken back by all the turmoil in Nepal? Those Maoists are kickin' some ass.]

Beautiful Boy - (c)2005 to National Geographic
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It's somethin' to do with his eyes, I know it.
I love candid shots.

Oh yeah, new Nick Cave icon.
Yum.

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Wed, 10 May 2006 03:17:27 GMT

It's an image dump... deal.
Besides such lovely work deserves pimp-age, y0.

Characters (you ought to recognize 'em) are mine, of course.
But the beautiful representation is thanks to funambulus.

Oh, the love.

More Contraband.

Sun, 07 May 2006 08:33:53 GMT

I'm no gunshy martyr.

Scribble

Thu, 04 May 2006 06:47:48 GMT

Blankha 'San Fran' Thelander - "Her Secret Lays" - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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How could a half-blind widow lead a life as a sniper?
Some would say her secret lays within her dead eye.

Scribble. I may or may not finish.

All is well.

Mon, 01 May 2006 02:15:06 GMT

Tori Monster - "Slurp" - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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Giraffe @ Cheyanne Mountain - "Beggars Can't Be Choosers" - (c)2005 Amanda Lee Harig
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Baby Okapi @ The Denver Zoo - "Curious" - (c)2005 Amanda Lee Harig
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I was going through my photos on my camera and noted some cute -- not great -- pictures from various zoo trips. Including a trip to McDonald's to get the Weiners ice cream.
Needless to say, Tori is a happy girl.

[And Gods know why I like this song. x.X "...but she ain't messin' with no broke niggas..."]

Cocaine & Baklava

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 21:19:36 GMT

Blankha 'San Fran' Thelander - "Cocaine & Baklava" - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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Something I forgot to post (...Gods know why) and so here she is. Nothing to explain, she simply 'is'.
Despite my lack of attatchment to the piece, I am rather pleased with it.

Thane James Thyme

Sun, 23 Apr 2006 21:16:06 GMT

Not much to say, I'm afraid. A study that I did sometime ago that I just now finished when i should be workin' on the Calendar thang.
Argh.

Scribble.

Thu, 20 Apr 2006 06:21:22 GMT

Unless this TOOL is out to destroy jazz, tea & CIGARETTES
I'm gonna be honest,
I could not care less.

For a Gaian Art Auction based off of the Ghost Busters!
Who am I to resist?

Argh. Past my bed-time.

I wish I'd seen this sooner:

Sat, 15 Apr 2006 01:53:19 GMT

V.

Mon, 10 Apr 2006 07:08:02 GMT

The speech practice Hugo Weaving must've had...

VoilÃ! In view, a humble vaudevillian veteran, cast vicariously as both victim and villain by the vicissitudes of Fate. This visage, no mere veneer of vanity, is it vestige of the vox populi, now vacant, vanished, as the once vital voice of the verisimilitude now venerates what they once vilified. However, this valorous visitation of a by-gone vexation, stands vivified, and has vowed to vanquish these venal and virulent vermin van-guarding vice and vouchsafing the violently vicious and voracious violation of volition. The only verdict is vengeance; a vendetta, held as a votive, not in vain, for the value and veracity of such shall one day vindicate the vigilant and the virtuous. Verily, this vichyssoise of verbiage veers most verbose vis-Ã-vis an introduction, and so it is my very good honor to meet you and you may call me V.

V for Vendetta.
Viciously Validated.

Too Damn Cute.

Sun, 09 Apr 2006 05:29:02 GMT

Done By: AnimeJet off of Gaia.
'Kay, so the website ain't all that evil.

<3 <3 <3

My avatar's expression is just about right, too.

Facial Study - Chrome

Wed, 05 Apr 2006 06:42:50 GMT

Byron "Chrome" Salazar - "Portrait" - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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'The Land of the Blow & Honey'
--shall never be had.

            “…you’re fuckin’ Butterfly?”
            “If you had a dick, Thane, you would too.” He looked up to her unapologetically, pale eyes rivaled by just how bloodshot they were. Her lack of surprise just disgusted her more.
            “Fuck you.” She should’ve said something more, and would have – but the fact she’d been drinking since she heard the news which was roughly two o’clock in the afternoon yesterday – the black-haired woman wouldn’t be made a hypocrite of by him. As she turned to leave, Byron set down his stone-hewn pipe on the coffee table and tossed the marijuana aside, patting his knee in degradation.
            “Give me a minute and I’d be happy to.”
            She paused mid-stride and turned to face the proposition, sneering. As suitable as her expression was, it was difficult to maintain. He was stoned, he didn’t care what he said – it’s like beating a blind guy at chess. Thane felt rooted, glaring into icy eyes.
            “How the fuck can you say that to me?”
            “Easily,” he replied with a taunting smile, “when one is being honest.”
            “And when exactly would that be, Byron? When your promising her the world?” Her voice dropped an octave in mockery. “Oh, Butterfly, fuck Thane, we’ll blow this cheap hotel and go live big in Europe, the land of blow and honey.” Chrome’s light laughter was his only response, the lanky fiend rising from the couch and stumbling over the coffee table. He’d stop just a few inches short of Thane, swearing he could smell her sweat more so than the light lavender musk she preferred. He wiped at his dry eyes, buying a moment as he thought of how to lightly word his response.
            “Yeah, just b’fore I shoot my load. Kind ‘a like how I say I love ya.”
            He barely felt her fist stop in his face. Chrome grabbed her then, first by the wrist, and then by her hair that knotted wonderfully in his hand, only to drag a fitful Thane to the couch. Her struggles doubled when she landed on a stained cushion, a kick here, a scrape there. He never retaliated, however, restraining his black-haired consort beneath his wiry build by pinning her wrists on the arm rest. It was when Thane tasted his blood on her lips that she recoiled and ceased to fight. Hands crept down her arm and further down her side. A gasp when fingertips changed direction, now working on the solid leather belt that kept her pants over her hips. Chrome broke the kiss with a chuckle.
            “Ya’know you’re the only bitch I’d fuck without a condom on.” When he looked at her, woefully compliant, all he could see was her disdain. Thane glowered. Halted, it was the man that slid off of the woman. He then reached for his pipe and left.

Nick Cave Worship

Mon, 03 Apr 2006 01:57:35 GMT

Wallpaper of Nick Cave.
Brilliant Musician, Rich Baritone.

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I would sell my soul for this man.
Oh yum.

Edit: Loyalty Userpics? Oh Dear Gods, LJ, bless you.

Let it Ride.

Sat, 01 Apr 2006 13:12:30 GMT

Monet C. Nettle - "Let it Ride" - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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Initially, a Peter Stormare portrait for studying lighting.
Now, may I present Monet C. Nettle, quite unbidden and unannounced, yet a delightful tutor as always.
Smoking. As always.

M'kay, Big Tabacco, I'm for sale.
*jones*

Bad Moon Rising

Tue, 28 Mar 2006 11:18:59 GMT

Barbatos: Lady of Thirty Legions - 'Bad Moon Rising' - (c)2006 Amanda Lee Harig
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Looks like we're in for nasty weather,
One eye is taken for an eye

Partially inspired by Creedence Clearwater Reunion, partially inspired by Wayne Barlowe.
Though a thorough test of patience on my part, I daresay I'm thrilled.
Aside from bein' sick. Again.

Edit: New Layout! Coincides with my scrapbook as well.