I.M. Fauve Gallery

"downstairs"?

Self-pubbing generally doesn't pay for itself. The most I've sold (over a 12 month period) doing a self release was 500 copies - guy on guy. The other self-releases didn't go over 100 copies.
 
"downstairs"?

Self-pubbing generally doesn't pay for itself. The most I've sold (over a 12 month period) doing a self release was 500 copies - guy on guy. The other self-releases didn't go over 100 copies.

"downstairs" in the Authors' Hangout.

I meant publish on demand (like lulu.com), for the harder stuff. No cost up front.
Not likely, that erotic art or stories will ever be a big money maker.
Heck, you can get free stuff on-line!

As for Self publishing (printing an edition), I expect the demand is not large and one would likely have to go to China to get a reasonable wholesale price for color, and STILL probably have to print at least 1,000 if not 2,000 to keep cost per book low...which of course you "eat" anyway if they don't sell.:rolleyes:

I am sure you know all that already anyhoo.
 
heh...I was just using your blanket entry for sketching practice and finally realized what the bed posts were shaped as :D
 
bedposts for a bordello :-D

My sketching skills are nonexistent. That was aiming for the moon. Sketch before that, I was using Guillamume Seignac's L'Abandone for reference - proof positive I must be a closet masochist. :(
 
bedposts for a bordello :-D

My sketching skills are nonexistent. That was aiming for the moon. Sketch before that, I was using Guillamume Seignac's L'Abandone for reference - proof positive I must be a closet masochist. :(

ummmm.. how is that masochistic?

Perhaps, if you were attempting to reproduce the painting in oils..?
 
whew! Have been doing real work today! (but mostly "busy work"..finding/sorting old files).
 
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Paper And Fire lyrics

She had a dream
And boy it was a good one
So she chased after her dream
With much desire
But when she got too close
To her expectations
Well the dream burned up
Like paper in fire

Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

He wanted love
With no involvement
So he chased the wind
That's all his silly life required
And the days of vanity
Went on forever
And he saw his days burn up
Like paper in fire


Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire


There is a good life
Right across the green field
And each generation
Stares at it from afar
But we keep no check
On our appetites
So the green fields turn to brown
Like paper in fire


Paper in fire
Stinkin' up the ashtrays
Paper in fire
Smokin' up the alleyways
Who's to say the way
A man should spend his days
Do you let them smolder
Like paper in fire

~John Mellencamp
 
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I do not feel intrinsically useless... sure am getting that sort of feedback.
"cumbersome" is perhaps a bit closer. Good song that>

She calls me Goliath and I wear the David mask
I guess the stones are coming too fast for her now
I'd like to believe this nervousness will pass
All the stones that are thrown are building up a wall

I have become, cumbersome to this world
I have become, cumbersome to my girl

I'd like to believe we could reconcile the past
Resurrect those bridges with an ancient glance
But my old stone face can't seem to break her down
She remembers bridges and burns them to the ground

I have become, cumbersome to this world
I have become, cumbersome to my girl

Too heavy, too light, too black or too white
Too wrong or too right, today or tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me less
And I'm wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
Yeah! Ah, yeah, no... yeah. Ohhh.

There is a balance between two worlds
One with an arrow and a cross
Regardless of the balance, life has become cumbersome

Too heavy, too light, too black or too white
Too wrong or too right, today or tonight
Cumbersome
Too rich or too poor, she's wanting me less
And I'm wanting her more
The bitter taste is cumbersome
Yeah! Ah, yeah, no... yeah. Ohhh.

Your life has become cumbersome



~Seven Mary Three


1-14-10
Slept in the closet on and under clothes, it felt safer there... not safety from physical harm, safety from the vast emptiness... the uselessness... the burden.

1-14-10 later
ironic... it is difficult to do anything, when everything is done wrong.

1-14-10 later still
My only redeeming feature...I can fetch things, open things, and fix things. A step above the dog, but the dog does get treated better, certainly more affection.
1-14-10 much later .........

1-15-10 early Slept on the love seat last night. not much love, not much room either...but as the song says*
1-15-10 later Fuck. The anxiety is growing, but there is a seed of... not quite "hope"...perhaps "anticipation" that I must try and nurture. struggle with a manic/depression.
1-15-10 early evening Made it through. Not looking forward to the long weekend.
1-16-10 morning Some people are "on the edge of their seats" with anticipation, I slept on the edge of my bed (of lies*) last night. I stay as far over as possible.
1-17-10 morning pushed to the edge... a shove and told to "roll over" (and play dead I am sure).Often when at the edge I do wonder.
1-22-10 morning and as the dawning comes... I feel helpless to help undo what I helped create...or if not "create"...nurture... a kinda of pitiful yet destructive monster. A monster which tears down all around itself while consuming itself from within, yet curiously growing larger all the while. Surely a hollow thing by now...
1-26-10 afternoon slipping....away. may need to up the dose.
 
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"I've been around for you
I've been up and down for you
But I just can't get any relief
I've swallowed my pride for you
I've lived and lied for you
But you still make me feel like a thief
You got me stealin' your love away
'Cause you never give it
Peeling the years away
And we can't relive it
I make you laugh
And you make me cry
I believe it's time for me to fly

You said we'd work it out
You said that you had no doubt
That deep down we were really in love
Oh, but I'm tired of holding on
To a feeling I know is gone
I do believe that I've had enough

I've had enough of the falseness
Of a worn out relation
Enough of the jealousy
And the intoleration
I make you laugh
And you make me cry
I believe it's time for me to fly

[Refrain:]
Time for me to fly
Oh, I've got to set myself free
Time for me to fly
And that's just how it's got to be
I know it hurts to say goodbye
But it's time for me to fly

Oh, don't you know it's...
[Refrain]

It's time for me to fly
[Repeat to end]..."

~REO Speedwagon

need the end soon.
2-7-10 afternoon *sigh*
2-10-10 afternoon Not sure how much I can endure.
2-10-10 evening hmmm... there are some people who look at this crap. very few who comment or really care.
 
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* no love seat.

*
Bed Of Lies -
No I Would Not Sleep In This Bed Of Lies
So Toss Me Out And Turn In
And There'll Be No Rest For These Tired Eyes
I'm Marking It Down To Learning
I Am

Don't Think That I Can Take Another Empty Moment
Don't Think That I Can Fake Another
Hollow Smile
It's Not Enough Just To Be Sorry
Don't Think That I Could Take Another Talk About It

Just Like Me You Got Needs
And They're Only A Whisper Away
And We Softly Surrender
To These Lives That We've Tendered Away

No I Would Not Sleep In This Bed Of Lies
So Toss Me Out And Turn In
And They'll Be No Rest For These Tired Eyes
I'm Marking It Down To Learning
I Am
Don't Wanna Be The One Who Turns The Whole Thing Over
Don't Wanna Be Somewhere Where I Just Don't Belong
Where It's Not Enough Just Be Sorry

Don't You Know I Feel The Darkness Closing In
Tried To Be More Than Me
And I Gave 'til It All Went Away
And We've Only Surrendered
To The Worst Part Of These Winters We've Made

I Am All That I'll Ever Be
When You Lay Your Hands
Over Me
But Don't Go Weak On Me Now
I Know That It's Weak
But God Help Me I Need This
I Will Not Sleep In This Bed Of Lies

~Matchbox Twenty
 
Three uses of a foot stool.
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