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How many more innocent people will the men of power kill to get what they want?!


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Drawing some new PinUps!

Miami sketch!

The world had lost their damn minds!

Perhaps we shouldn't be putting humans in situations where they feel so guilty to want to off themselves.


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Caricature of the week!

Aiken South Carolina

Caricature of the Week!

Perry Georgia.





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Caricature of The Week!

Bloomsburg PA


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Pork & Beans

Dear world!
How are ya silly sons of bitches today?
I'm just hanging out in Fredrick Maryland drawing, and I thought I'd update my blog with some random awesome!



-I am Here! :-D

Working at the great Fredrick Fair wondering what is wrong with everyone's brain stems. Lol!
Including mine. ;-)
So as most of you know, I started a new blog for all you touchy fuckers who can't handle my shit, I'm sure I wrote the address here somewhere. So look for it! And now I am working on cleaning up a couple of my short stories for ebook releases.
Other than all that nonsense, all I am doing is working. Going to be drawing at the Bloomsburg fair in Pennsylvania next week, so you can find me there, and then I'm doing another show I think immediately after. I'll keep ya posted.
That's all I got right now, so if you excuse me, I got a lame joke to tell to these people.
PEACE!!!

News

This blog is now dedicated only to my uncensored works, writing, and fucked up personal thoughts that most just cannot tolerate. If you are looking for my professional work please visit my new blog at jeffarc.wordpress.com
Thank you.

American Reject

I found this comic strip posted on Facebook and I just had to repost it on my blog. The same exact thing once happened to me and it just blew my mind and made me laugh my ass off.



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Cute couple MADNESS!!!

Some caricatures I did at the Great Fredrick Fair in Maryland.

Diamond Blue Eyes

For days and days,I have stared into your diamond blue gaze. What once was love, unconditional and true, had somehow transformed into something cold emanating rays of disgrace, distaste, and a sense of evil that never was before you. I fall to my knees, and the impact brought a flash of the first time I kissed you. You told me you loved me, but now you look down at me with those empty eyes, the eyes that once filled me with such joy... And the words you say next, were built to destroy. I beg you to tell me you still love me, but instead, you just looked away and said, I'm sorry. With those eyes, those beautiful diamond blue eyes, you allow me to die inside, burning alive by your deceitful lies. I still love you so much, but enough is enough. And I pull myself away from your gaze. First for seconds, then days after days, but I will never forget the love that once dwelled inside those diamond blue eyes.

Loosing

I lost everything I knew when I lost you.
Everything that meant anything to me was left with you.
I still hold on tight to the memory of you, but the memory of you is what's killing me, forcing me to realize I have to let go of that too.
Soon I will loose everything, everything that means anything between me and you. Soon I will loose everything, but that everything won't amount to anything that you will loose soon.
Fore you will loose me, along with all of the love I had for you.
Fore you will loose me, the only man who could ever love you the way I do. Your new everything won't mean anything once you realize that too.
But by the time you do...
It will already be too late for me and you.
And soon, you will be all alone when you say, "I lost everything I knew, when I let go of you. The only man who could ever love me the way you do."

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Location:Poetry

My Lanny Barbie Drawing

Location:Lanny Barbie, porn, porn star, pinup, girls, sexy, nude, women, drawing, art, graphite, pencil, sketch, blood bath

Innocence

By Jeffrey Arce.
Oh sweet innocent child,
My beautiful little girl.
With such a pretty little smile,
Not a care in the world.
You dance and play,
The troubles of our days,
Not even a factor in your sway.
Oh sweet innocent child,
My beautiful little girl.
One day your innocence will be defiled,
One day by the darkness of the world.
From smiles and cheers,
To betrayal and tears,
The corruption of society,
Will build a slave out of your fears,
Your doubts,
Your insecurities,
Your peers,
Will be used against you,
To insure your preset place in this world.
Oh sweet innocent child,
My beautiful little girl.
Is it vanity,
Or insanity,
That will claim your soul,
Swallow your goals,
And destroy your world.
Until one day,
You are looking down into your own daughter's cradle, and say,
Oh sweet innocent child,
My beautiful little girl.
What future lie before you?
What pain?
What hate?
What misery?
What fate?
Oh sweet innocent child.
Just go to sleep now,
And pray,
you never wake.

Location:Poetry, poems, writing

Caricature Attack!

Jim Valentine


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Location:Caricatures, art

The wick that fuels this flame of what little hope I have left is starting to burn low, and the warmth of the light is beginning to fade from my cold skin. The once brilliant light is dying; now only a trembling flicker. The wax of the candle is spread across the floor before me, and has become hard like the shell of my empty heart. Soon there will be nothing; soon there will only be darkness. Perhaps then, there will finally be peace.


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Intelligent Inprisonment

Pain is draining my brain
And the damn game
That I'm playing
Became insane.
The world is now about fame,
And our children inane,
By the media and the train of thoughtless illusions being poured into their brain.
Because the mistakes that we make today,
Will be the limbs of our offspring that we continue to maim,
And therein the future of our future left to live as withered remains,
Of the potential humans had
Before the world gave in to the wealthy man's reign.


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Location:Poetry

Caricature of The Week

Waterford New York

Location:Caricatures, art, drawing

Caricature of The Week

New York fair





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Next caricature spot!

I'll be headed to the Hebron Harvest Fair in Connecticut next week! Come on out...


Look for the California Boys stand!



And get yourself a caricature sketch!

Location:Caricatures, art, drawing, Connecticut, Hebron Harvest Fair

Unconditional Love comes from the spirit.


Hate comes from the thirst for power.

Only one will last forever.


Goddess In Flames

coming soon

Caricature of The Week

Missouri


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Location:Caricatures, art, fun, Missouri State Fair

News

On the road living and loving life. Finishing up the Missouri State fair with my good friend Rob, and so far I've been having a blast. Making money, drawing funny faces, and working on my latest writing projects. Plus, my favorite band just released their new album, so I've been enjoying rocking out to The Mighty Death Pop by ICP.



Other than all of that, I'm looking toward new things for the future. I'm planning on getting my website designed very soon, and I'm about to release an Ebook for my science fiction novel FEUD: THE TURNING AGE, for those of you who would like a copy of your own instead of waiting for the next chapter to show up on my blog. Lol! I get lazy some times. But when I'm on top of my game, I hit the ground running like a champ.



As for my new work in progress (working title) Goddess In Flames, I'm still doing my research for the project. It's a lot of work writing a historic fiction and I really don't want to do this one half assed, it is a very important story, and I want to make sure I put out the best piece possible for those of you who love my work. It's going to be a tear jerker, this one is... But it is also going to be one of the most important stories ever written, and I truly believe this.
My caricature work looks like it will be heading back home! Going to be doing some shows in New York and all over the east coast soon. I'm pretty excited about that, and I hope to see all of you there!


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Location:Work, caricatures, writing, science fiction, historic fiction, ICP, the Mighty Death Pop, art, Missouri

Me drawing

Caricature of The Week

Springfield MO week 3

Location:Caricatures

Caricature of The Week

Springfield Missouri
Week 2

Location:Caricatures

Caricature of The Week!

Springfield Missouri

Location:Caricatures, cartoons, Springfield, Missouri, art, fun, Ozark Empire Fair

The forgotten will be remembered.

The title of my new book.
More details coming very soon!

Location:Pagan, celtics, celts, Wicca, historic fiction,

Caricature of The Week

Pratt Kansas



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Location:Caricatures, cartoons, drawings, Pratt, Kansas, girl, piercings

What I truly think about The Suicide Girls

(WARNING!) This article has a nude image.

So, I just realized how much I actually loathe the Suicide Girls. First off, the name is just utterly ridiculous. What? So if a girl gets tattoos that means she is automatically an Emo chick, or she is anti-life. Tattoos are life, fore they are the raw form of free expression that nobody can take away from you. They are art that screams individuality and beauty. But the name Suicide Girls just suggests to me that these girls hate themselves. I know that is not true, but it feels like its just another way to downplay the image of a woman with tattoos, and degrade the purpose of tattoos by having girls with random (and in most cases) meaningless art on their bodies while they prance around in the nude. And honestly, I do mean prance, cause in half these pictures, they aren't even posing. I mean look at this one,



She isn't even doing anything! This is not art! This is just a snapshot of a girl standing up to make another attempt at a sexy pose, but still they slap a logo on it and call it a finished product. And people will buy it, not because of her beauty, or because of her art, it is just because she is naked. It's practically smut.
Now please, do not get me wrong. I am very much a fan of tattoos on women, and of the erotic arts. But it just seems like they are targeting young minds who don't know any better, by offering them a false chance at modeling, just to get them out of their clothes and pervert both them and the beautiful expressions on their skin. This is just my opinion, and I wanted to express how I feel about this company in further detail. You can be beautiful with or without your tattoos, and with or without your clothes, but have some taste, and have some respect for the works that you have chosen to put on your body till death. Be proud to be you, no matter what I think, or anybody else for that matter; I just beg the would-be models to just take a moment to think about what they are getting themselves into before they do it. Once again, this is just my opinion.

Location:Suicide Girls, Moxi, models, tattoo, tattoos

Caricature of The Week!

Topeka Kansas

A glance into the future of my world...

She stood at the top of a colossal tower, peering over the ledge. Staring down at the massive breathtakingly beautiful city that lay at the foot of the skyscraper hundreds of miles below, she felt a tear breaking away from the threshold of her long eyelashes. With her lengthy silky black hair held back in a bun and wrapped with chains that fell down her backside, she could see the whole city without turning her head and watched as the tear reached the corner of her mouth. She caught it with her tongue and brought it back inside. It would be such a waste to allow the last drop of her humanity to escape her and fall to the depths of this cursed city of monsters.

Her attire, a unique blood red leather-made suit enshrouded her slender well fit body like a thick glossy liquid had been poured onto her flesh. She wore a black glove on her right hand that extended to her elbow, and bared a mark on the fore side of her other. A five-pointed star with three six’s was left branded on her left hand.

Her eyes, a striking pale green; burning with envy, hate, and desire. She glared down at the city with utter disgust as if sickened by its very essence.

“I once lived in a time that has not yet come... I once flourished in the light of what once was a beautiful young girl... A young girl who wanted nothing more than to learn who she was... I once was forced to discover who that person was... I once became...”

Her face was painted white with blood red lipstick, and black lines forming a design that appeared as a shroud of cracks.

“Shattered Soul!”

That woman was I.

Midnight, Tokyo Japan, Rising Star capital of the world.

An American man in his early thirties, found himself wandering down a dark alleyway alone. The alley led to an old rusty steel door in the red brick building at the end. He cautiously approached and carefully scanned his surroundings before he knocked three times and said, “Ehyeh asher ehyeh...”

For a moment, nothing happened. Then the locks were disengaged, and someone from the inside pulled the steel door open, allowing the stranger to enter. As soon as he stepped in, the mysterious doorman quickly slammed it shut, and locked it at once.

Hidden by the shadows of the darkened alleyway, I watched from an old fire escape that ran alongside the building to the right.

"Freedom fighters!" I thought to myself. "Perhaps the most meaningful of The Resistance. They live amongst the enemy, and congregate only once a month at random locations. They are the most organized and dangerous threat The Empire has ever seen, mainly for the fact that they cannot be seen." I thought as I began my descent down the rusty old ladder of the fire escape.

For years they have conspired against the most hated dictator in all of the world. Destroying labs, assassinating high-ranking officers, corrupting the greatest power from within. These Freedom Fighters have proven themselves, a lethal weapon of The Resistance... My mission...

I stood a few yards before the door clasping a device in the palm of my right hand.

“To disarm it.”

I then slammed my thumb down on the trigger of the detonator, and the building before me ignited into flames. The power of the explosion inside, sent the door flying off of it’s hinges, where it came shooting at me at lightning fast speed. I ducked down just in time to watch it zip over my head an inch and a half away from my scalp. When the door crashed into the side of the dumpster behind me, I stood back up facing the inferno as I withdrew my weapons; a pair of nun-chucks from their holster on my back. In their solid form, they looked like two forearm length titanium sticks with carvings etched into them of a dragon and a tiger. The one with the dragon I always held in my right, and I called it Quangda. The other with the tiger carving was called Yingzhan. When I pressed on the jeweled eyes of the carvings, the sticks transformed into a pair of nun-chucks, that were each held together by a bolt of blue electricity forming the chain. Then an arm length blade extended out from the ends of both nun-chucks, making them twice as lethal.

As predicted, flaming survivors came scrambling out of the building, screaming in excruciating pain. The three figures came storming toward me, flaring with bright yellow flame scorching every inch of their bodies. With the blades of my nun-chucks drawn, I did the most humane thing I could think of. I spun my weapons around in
my hands, until I had severed each of their heads from their burning bodies. Then I returned my sticks to their holster, and left the doomed building to burn to the ground.

Yes, I am the guardian of this wretched empire... but I am no hero. I am a killer charged with the burden of destroying the enemies of my master. The ruler of the new world; the king hailed as Lord Drakenson. I am his slave... I am one of the bad guys.

It was morning when I returned home to my quarters on the one hundred and ninety eighth floor of The Rising Star Tower. And as I did after every assignment, I stripped myself naked, and endured my much-deserved punishment of steaming hot water from the shower pouring down on me. At first contact, I shrieked in pain as the burning temperature of the water took my breath away. Then slowly I eased myself under the fountain of spraying water until it consumed me.

There was once a time, long ago... when I was innocent. Long ago when I was born, at age seventeen...”

 Coming very soon

One day, somebody will go out of their way to dig deep on me to find something that will make me look like an ass hole in order to give themselves a name. But if somebody is doing that to you, it simply means that you succeeded.


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I am currently working on an all new novel inspired by my research on the witch craze period during the times of The Holy Roman Empire. I cannot give away too much information about the project at this particular time because..., well, to be perfectly honest, I only just now finished the first draft of the very first chapter. The work will be a historic fiction, but I plan on exploring the sacred world of the old religions very thoroughly, to give readers a piece of mind of what these wonderful people were truly all about. I want readers to understand that the woman of this time that were once referred to as evil doers and witches, were simply just women of nature and believed that us humans have a divine connection to our world. However, the story will have a dark side to it. My goal is to remind people of the horrible genocide that once occurred, and how it has affected our world today.
More news on this project will be posted as they develop.

Big Springs Texas

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Caricature Of The Week

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Location:Caricatures