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I'm very sensitive. I think you all know that. It should be clear that I have a short fuse, and no one knows what would light it. If you, in general, feel the same ways I do, you might need to leave the page of this journal.
This is a serious subject. First off, there are very different ways that death is viewed. I can name three (which I'm not telling). They say: "Life's too short"; "Life is a bitch"; "Life is beautiful"; "Live life to the fullest"; "Live like today's your last day". They say: "Death is part of life". I find that death is unpredictable. It comes as a shock to anyone. I say that, based on the issues on the deaths of celebrities. I was saddened that Michael Gough died of his old age. The death of Joan Rivers, and then Robin Williams baffled me. I took personally, a fact of an actor that died decades ago (still not telling why on that either). It was the passing of Christopher Lee that struck me the hardest.
What can break one's heart the most, is the death of a family member or of a close friend. I never knew either of my grandfathers, or my mom's mother, who passed long before I was born. I learned how to feel to lose family when my mother called me two years ago to say that my uncle (husband of one of her sisters) died of a stroke. I didn't attend the funeral. I just didn't want to be overdressed given the heat of that upcoming summer. I was still sad, though.
Death is like the end of an era. Someone will be missed, but will be later replaced. It was like I saw death when I went up to the park on the subdivision of the town where I grew up. I went up there on Easter Sunday, to see that everything was gone. It was all dirt dug into. The swing sets and the memorial rock were gone. Been hard to let go of that.
What prompted all this? I've been counting the days and anticipated this day. It has been five years now since Simbamarasa was online. So, I'm under the impression that it was on this day five years ago, she died. That's right: she's dead. Pneumonia was what killed her. Based on what I saw in her journals, she was in and out of treatment. I don't know what caused it. By my assumption, she was only twenty-three. Her "I Support Breathing" stamp has become a tragic irony. She was writing and drawing her own "Lion King" comic book, which was posted on here. Her watchers are disappointed that nothing will never know what she planned for it. There were only 40 pages, if I remember correctly, and she was nowhere near finished.
So, love your family. Appreciate your friends.
On to the main event. A feature. Enjoy my selection:
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This is a serious subject. First off, there are very different ways that death is viewed. I can name three (which I'm not telling). They say: "Life's too short"; "Life is a bitch"; "Life is beautiful"; "Live life to the fullest"; "Live like today's your last day". They say: "Death is part of life". I find that death is unpredictable. It comes as a shock to anyone. I say that, based on the issues on the deaths of celebrities. I was saddened that Michael Gough died of his old age. The death of Joan Rivers, and then Robin Williams baffled me. I took personally, a fact of an actor that died decades ago (still not telling why on that either). It was the passing of Christopher Lee that struck me the hardest.
What can break one's heart the most, is the death of a family member or of a close friend. I never knew either of my grandfathers, or my mom's mother, who passed long before I was born. I learned how to feel to lose family when my mother called me two years ago to say that my uncle (husband of one of her sisters) died of a stroke. I didn't attend the funeral. I just didn't want to be overdressed given the heat of that upcoming summer. I was still sad, though.
Death is like the end of an era. Someone will be missed, but will be later replaced. It was like I saw death when I went up to the park on the subdivision of the town where I grew up. I went up there on Easter Sunday, to see that everything was gone. It was all dirt dug into. The swing sets and the memorial rock were gone. Been hard to let go of that.
What prompted all this? I've been counting the days and anticipated this day. It has been five years now since Simbamarasa was online. So, I'm under the impression that it was on this day five years ago, she died. That's right: she's dead. Pneumonia was what killed her. Based on what I saw in her journals, she was in and out of treatment. I don't know what caused it. By my assumption, she was only twenty-three. Her "I Support Breathing" stamp has become a tragic irony. She was writing and drawing her own "Lion King" comic book, which was posted on here. Her watchers are disappointed that nothing will never know what she planned for it. There were only 40 pages, if I remember correctly, and she was nowhere near finished.
So, love your family. Appreciate your friends.
On to the main event. A feature. Enjoy my selection:
:thumb501396750:
Self Survey
I'm passing this on from @KovoWolf. About Me -Meaning of my username: I came up with that when I was ten. I was on a secret agent kick at the time, incorporating impossible gadgets in whatever scenes I imagined. The "Agent" part was right there. When I first created the character of myself in grade 4, he was a secret agent, and he was first designated as 364. In grade 5, I added the 96. -One Meal to Rule Them All: Everyone knows pizza is my favourite food. My favourite toppings are pepperoni, green pepper and bacon. But let's be realistic. What meals would make the perfect day? Pancakes for breakfast. A club sandwich (without sauces or mayo) and fries for lunch with a latté. For dinner, I'd like to have a beef Wellington. Then, I'd have Chai tea, an apple, and a slice of chocolate cake that I made myself. That would make a perfect Saturday. -Best Gift Ever: Oh, God, I have received so gifts for Christmas and birthdays. One particular gift stands out among them: a wolf picture. It's
Art in October, and the Future
Throughout this month, I have logged in on here, the most I have all year. The most I've been doing is emptying my inbox of group messages. I still took some time to read other posts. Because of Inktober and Drawtober, I expected posts from people I watch, built upon the prompts. Including my expected monthly picture, I drew eight pictures this month. Three of them were prompts from lists, and I drew those on their assigned days. The other four were connected: anthro animals playing instruments, inspired by "Night in the Woods". I didn't post them on here, but posted the latter on my Patreon. Over this year, I've been posting short stories for Thursday_Prompt on FurAffinity. I've also been writing the first "Death's Blood" spinoff, "Blade Typhoon". When I first launched my Patreon, I thought I knew my first goal, but now I don't. I want to be able to publish physical copies of my works, but I have to know if people would endorse them. DeviantArt is like someone survived getting cut in
My dAlationship Sucks
Yesterday (July 10) was my 11th dA anniversary. But I didn't care about that. I celebrated the birthday of James Rolfe/Angry Video Game Nerd. I have reasons I haven't posted my art or stories on here. 1: I refused to photograph my drawings. 2: I intended to post my next project on Patreon before posting anywhere else. 3: I doubt that anyone would have time to read my stories or even care about this site anymore. I've been posting only on FurAffinity. Per a recommendation, I checked out a group Thursday_Prompt. Because of that, I checked out Furry Writers Guild, and added them to my contacts on Telegram. I have been getting attention that I wanted for so long, though it's limited to the short stories for the group on FA. I don't know if they'd be interested in my passion project for Patreon or even have time to read so much. It's natural that everyone wants to contribute to society. Writing is all I have. Getting my book published is how I hope to contribute to culture. Literature is a
Transition Period
Not that anyone cares, but I hadn't been on here for a while until I unfortunately logged in the day the frustrating updated feedback section launched. I'm not going into detail on that as it's not what I want others to know. I had a reason for being logged out of deviantART. Nothing interesting seems to happen on here anymore. I just have the tedium of needing to clean out my watch messages. I have gone through the phases everyone goes through in their relationships. I find my relationship with dA equivalent to people's relationships. I took it seriously and always wanted to be around. I browsed a lot of art with my favourite characters. I learned a lot about myself, too. I would realize my favourite art subjects and get to know some great people. I would often post comments on people's profiles and have conversations via notes. Some people I watched on here, I would stop watching because they stopped posting anything new or would disappear. I have also been blocked by people on here
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She died on 2010 September 1. The news was announced to TLKFAA on 2010 October 15.