Beyond Heaven & Hell

Tell me what you want!!!

2011-08-30T16:54:00.001-02:30

Fans! Give me a theme for my next Bloody Chick pinup! WHAT DO YOU WANT TO SEE?

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A quick self portrait

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Me looking at my life.

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Just trying to figure out what gas happened to me.

Stupid facebook!

2011-07-08T02:07:00.001-02:30

Bye! Bye facebook... FOR NOW!!!!

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Bloody Chicks is BACK!

2011-06-23T20:09:00.001-02:30

Gonna get back on my Bloody Chicks pinup project, and I am thinking about selling posters on eBay this October!

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Hershey Park drawings 2

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Hershey Park Drawings

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The People's Elbow

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Pat Robertson - Islam Not A Religion

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My Interview with Dreamtales (in English)

2011-04-11T22:00:00.001-02:30

Jeffrey a. Arce - creator of shattered soul
The story appeared at the end of the day, where the characters are forced to become soldiers at a very young age when happens an evil dictator as a world when they are only for children. It will soon grow to know nothing more quecaos and destruction, but somehow learn to deal with the situation ycontinuar with their natural way of human beings even when danger lurks around every corner.
American artist, creator of Feud, history which contains your Shattered Soul character.
Thanks to Jeffrey a. Maple for their time and their answers
1. The beginning
In fact, I started to write FEUD in 1997, and over the years only became the masterpiece which has become. I now have the first book in the series of encyclopedias Palibrio, in www.feudbyjeffreyarce.com
2. What is The Cleansing?
Imagine awakening in a world without any memory of who is or has how come there. A world with an unforgettable past, and an even darker future. A world at the dawn of its end. Now imagine that one who has been given the burden of the end of the world. "FEUD: The Cleansing" is a story about a young man who wakes up from a coma having no idea of how he came there. He encountered with a secret society and joins with them in their struggle to overthrow the Empire tyrannaurus that has had its world.
3. What was your inspiration in this project?
I have always been obsessed with the theory of a dramatic and inevitable, end in our humanity is the last time that for the first time come together as one single.But clearly, the book that inspired me most was the revelation in the Bible. But please have in mind, my book is only an interpretation of that history, and should not in any way be considered a Christian book. FEUD in fact share a point of view of a variety of different belief systems, which the reader will discover at the end to be very relevant to the final results.
4 What kind of art you like?
I love the art. As a practictioner of various types of art myself, I have respect for someone out there trying to do something with their Tallents God given. I am also in the books of cartoons, movies, and martial arts.
5. The best for you
If you take a look at my profile, is a gallery of drawings by hand in color, or pencil drawings, so I think if I had to choose a favorite art genre, I'd say fine arts.
6 Do you like to do?
My hobbies are writing, drawing, and martial arts. People also say that I have a good sense of humor, but that's only because I have ADD, and I Chugg a large amount of energy drinks.
7 Tell us about their new projects
I am currently working on getting my second book in the series, both (entitled FEUD: THE HUMAN OASIS) and a new version of the first (FEUD: the cleaning REDESCUBIERTAS) published at some point with the over the next couple of months. THE CLEANSING REDISCOVERED will feature a brand new start that digging deaper in the dark history of the world I created for my series. It will also contain a short story that will be the setting for the characters in THE HUMAN OASIS.
8. A Council for new artists
My advice for other aspiring writers is simply, do it by yourself. Do not for fame or money, just do it because you want to... And never accept a not as a response.
About Shattered Soul
The character that I chose, so that you can enter in the world is called SHATTERED SOUL. His real name is Vanessa Pei. She is an American of 30 years, Japan, which was once a young innocent woman who was stripped of his Chapel of girl, when the great war that takes place in my book had begun. One day she and her father are captured by a band of vicious cannibals, there is a brutal murder of his father. After which he loses his sanity, and is a psychotic killing frenzy. She wears the white paint and black in the face to symbolize his shattered soul. His red suit represents the blood of his murdered family. Their weapons (nun - run strings electric, Yes, and a long deadly chain that she remains involved in hair) are his revenge. The woman is evil...Sadistically evil, but she is also emotionally shattered by his disturbing past. Please note that my story takes place over a thousand years in the future, but to cross promote my next book, I think it would be nice to use.There is also a secret hidden his age which, unfortunately, I can not reveal.

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I don't deny the existence of God, I just don't know if he truly exists or not. I hope there is a higher power to that of men. And I do not deny the teachings of Jesus. I do however deny capitalism, and those who would use his words as a form of manipulation to support their claims. And those who mistaken a one true God for themselves. Unfortunately, this is the very foundation that the Christian faith chose to build their empire; on fear and destruction, simply for the pursuit of power. I cannot believe in an organization that would justify the malicious acts of murder for power, as an act to serve God.

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Random thought.

2011-04-07T15:41:00.001-02:30

Just heard an announcement at Borders about donating coffee for our troops over seas to help them out. How does giving somebody with a gun caffeine gonna help anyone out?
I know when I get caffeine in me only two things happen. First, I get super jittery to the point where I can't hold a pencil right. And second, I gotta shit. That would suck if you were being shot at and then suddenly your jittery ass has to take a vicious dump.
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California Boys drawing (original)

2011-03-24T23:12:00.001-02:30

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Did I see the future?

2011-03-17T16:26:00.004-02:30

As I sat there watching the crisis taking place in Japan, I suddenly remembered something. About four weeks ago, I had a dream that I was in a church with my wife, and I remember everyone in the dream was terrified, when suddenly water began to flood the world outside the church. Then I remember the sun exploded behind me, terring me from my dream.
Usually I dont draw conclusions from dreams, but it is a bit odd that I had this dream only a few weeks before the earthquake and Tsunami that his Japan, which in turn caused threats of a major nuclear meltdown. Could the sun exploding in my dream, be a symbol for the inevitable? Or was it all just coincidence?
I don't know, But I fear the worst for Japan, and I also worry that this all may only just be the very begining of something much, Much worse.

Archangel Raziel

2011-03-17T01:44:00.001-02:30

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Caricature of my cats

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Zombie Caricature of Otep

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Zombie Caricature of Me

2011-03-16T14:53:00.001-02:30

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A short excerpt from my novel.

2011-03-10T13:59:00.002-03:30

Tracy and Mike were still in the room, thinking about the challenges that lay ahead for the both of them, in this vague strategy to take back the world. Tracy was examining one of the X-5 Handguns in his hands, as he spoke quietly to Mike.
“So this is what people use to gain power... We kill each other with these things?” He asked in a disgusted manner.
“Yes...” Mike answered with a grim look upon his face. “Unfortunately, fear is one of the most desirable forms of power of the human race these days.”
“Why?”
Mike shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Because it works. Once upon a time, a caveman told another caveman that if he didn’t give him all of his food, a powerful dragon in the sky would set him on fire. Fearing the worst, the caveman surrendered his food. Now we just shoot each other.”

-The re-release of my sci-fi series, (FEUD: THE TURNING AGE) with revisions made by Gloria Hanes and myself will be coming very soon.-

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Me at work.

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Smile!

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Boobs

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Another caricature

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Funny Faces

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A couple drawn in Orlando

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Loki's 2Pac

2011-02-22T20:44:00.001-03:30

Cartoon my friend Loki did of 2pac.

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Caricature of Shattered Soul

2011-02-22T20:41:00.001-03:30

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Zeitgeist - Part 10

2011-02-22T00:14:00.000-03:30

Zeitgeist - Part 6

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Zeitgeist - part 5 of 16 parts

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Zeitgeist - Part 4

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Zeitgeist - Part 3

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Religion coincidences - part 2 of 2

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Zeitgeist [Religion] The Greatest Story Ever Sold (1of 3)

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Black & white caricature of Michael Moore

2011-02-19T21:34:00.001-03:30

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Fahrenheit 9/11-The Movie-Part 9

2011-02-19T03:03:00.000-03:30

The Recruiter: The Harvest Begins (A new blog series by Jeff Arce)

2011-02-19T00:42:00.002-03:30

Written by Jeff Arce
Edited by Gloria Hanes

A white cloud appeared before me, and seated on the cloud was one “like the son of man” with a crown of gold on his head and a sharp sickle in his hand. Then, another angel came out of the temple and called in a loud voice to him who was sitting on the cloud, “Take your sickle and reap, because the time to reap has come, for the harvest of the earth is ripe.” He swung his sickle over the earth, and the earth was harvested.

REVELATIONS 14:18

Chapter 1

Though fading beyond the mountainous range of the Appalachians, the evening sun still shone brightly over the small town of Grantville Pennsylvania. The cries and cheers of excited parents screaming from the bleachers echoed across the vast open baseball field for miles. Their youthful children, suited in their baseball gear, were already covered in dirt and drenched in sweat as they spread out onto the field to prepare for the final inning of the game. The score was neck to neck with The Lebanon Beavers ahead by one point against The East Hanover Lions, the last home run left them standing just behind at 10 to 9.

It was once again East Hanover’s turn to bat the ninth and final inning. As the first player of the team approached the plate to take his first swing, twelve year old Jacob Lazar paced nervously back and forth in the dug out.

His best friend and fellow teammate, thirteen year old Mathew Evans stood beside him, appearing just as nervous as he. They both watched as the pitcher of the opposing team hurled the ball at their batter with all of his might. The ball slammed into the catchers mit behind him with such force, the impact sent dust swirling out from his glove. Then, the umpire yelled out, “STRIKE ONE!”

The crowd of parents who sat on the Lions’ side of the bleachers groaned in protest.

Matt leaned in and whispered to Jake, “Why don’t they ever get this excited when they get our report cards?”

Jake chuckled as he replied, “Some of them actually do; it’s just hard for others to get overly excited about their son bringing home F’s every period.”

Matt sneered at him, and said, “Hey! It was a rhetorical question! Didn’t actually need an answer.”

The batter took another swing, and just missed the ball by an inch as the umpire announced, “STRIKE TWO!”

Both Jake and Matt squeezed their eyes shut with a look of frustration, and utter disappointment upon their faces.

“Goddamn it! He better not miss this next one!” said Matt.

The pitcher set up to throw once again, eyeing his opponent intently. He then wound his arm back and torqued his hips hard as he hurled the ball toward the batter with all of his might. The batter swung and smacked the ball with a deafening crack, sending it clear across the playing field. The Lebanon Beavers did not waste a second to stall, as their outfielders quickly took action. The batter instantly took off running as fast as he could for the first base. He reached it just in time to watch as a member of the opposing team scooped up the ball and threw it back into play. Their player on first base caught it, and the Umpire yelled, "SAFE!"

Relieved, both Jacob and Mathew let out an exasperated sigh that carried with it the overly expired breaths they have been holding in their lungs since the pitch.

"Thank God!" Matt said as he took off his baseball cap to wipe the sweat from his brow. "Well, ur next buddy! Don't screw up!"

"Yeah..." He said as he picked up the steel bat that his father had given him last Christmas, and headed out to the plate. "Thanks!"

When he reached it, he rested the end of the bat onto the plate, and then took a moment to scan the crowd. They were all cheering as though a middle school baseball game was worth the excitement; Jake has been playing the game since he was eight. Then he found what he was looking for, his family; the only member of his family who seemed to have time to come to his games.

His mother stood up out of her seat with a video camera in one hand, and the other hand waving at him wildly. Jake had always wondered if his mother had to snort a heaping line of coke in order to stay so excited about such a boring game. While at the same time, he also thought if she was on drugs, maybe it had something to do with his father spending more time with his hot shot lawyer buddies, than with his own family. Either way, he knew something was definitely wrong with the both of them; his father for never showing up to his own son's game, and his mother for pretending it didn't bother her. She came alone to every single one of these mundane school sanctioned events.

He then shook his head and turned his attention to the pitcher, who was all ready to pitch the ball. Jake gripped his bat tigthly and awaited the throw. The player from the opposing team pulled back and wailed it at him as hard as he could. Jake didn’t need to hear the crack of the impact, nor did he need to see the direction the ball would take after his flawless swing; he knew it was a home run.

When the game was over, all of the players on both teams were treated to a hardy dinner at a local pizza shop. Though it was Jake’s team who became the victors of the night it still did not stop them from enjoying their meals along with their rivals. The only ones who seemed not to be enjoying themselves were Jake and his mother. They sat alone at a table of the restaurant located at the far corner of the dining room, thus clearly separating themselves from the rest of the crowd. Matthew noticed this, as he glanced back at them from the table where all of his teammates were talking and laughing. He knew exactly why Jake was so upset; it was the same reason why he didn’t even like the game anymore. His father, the very man who brought him into this world and taught him to play baseball, never showed up for any of his games, and he knew that Jake was beginning to resent him for it.

Angela glanced up at her son to find him restlessly picking at his pizza with a fork. He seemed miserable sitting there with his elbow on the table, and his head barely resting in the palm of his hand, as he glared emotionless down at his food. She began to wonder how anyone could hurt this precious child. How could his father be so thoughtless, not caring for his own flesh and blood on a day that was so important to him. All she knew for certain he would have an excuse as always.

She then reached over and ran her caring fingers through his hair and said, "Hey, Lil'buddy. You alright?

Without moving his head, he looked up at her and said, "Mom, next week I am going to be thirteen years old, and by then I really hope you figure out I hate it when you call me that."

She smiled and said, "You didn't always hate it." Then she lightly pinched his cheek as she continued to taunt him. "There was a time when my Lil'buddy would light up every time I called for him."

"Yeah, and there was also a time when I'd light up for baseball... But that time is over."
His words came as a shock to his mother as her smile vanished and she recoiled her hand.

"What do you mean? You love baseball."

"Loved." he corrected. "Just about as much as I once loved dad..."

"Watch your mouth young man!" she said with authority. "I know you're angry at your father just as I am, but he is still your father. I know that you are getting older now, but that doesn't change the fact you are still our son, and we both love you."

There was a long awkward moment of silence between the two, as Jacob averted his eyes from her and continued stabbing his pizza with the fork.

Angela then took one last sip of her Pepsi before she looked at him again. Her eyes were beginning to tear up now as she watched him. She could remember not too long ago when he was still wearing diapers and just learning how to walk. Now, as he sat before her he had the look of a child deprived of love, who was learning to channel his anger in the most disturbing way possible; by repeatedly stabbing his food with a sharp metal object. She watched as he tore away at his plate of mangled bread, sauce, and cheese, until the image just became too graphic for her to handle.

Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed the hand that was grasping the fork. It wasn't the unexpected motion which startled him so, as it was the intense grip she had on his wrist. He quickly looked up to find himself staring into the eyes of a terrified woman. For a moment, he was speechless. Then he said, "Mom? Are you alright?"

She said nothing, as she continued to stare at his plate; taut with fear like a deer caught in the headlights of a speeding motor vehicle.

"Mom!" he repeated.

She then looked at him and said, "Lets... Let's get outta here."

#

When they had returned home, Jake wasted no time throwing his bag of baseball gear down like a heap of garbage which he seemed relieved to finally be rid of, and kicking off his cleats before he hurried upstairs to bed. Exhausted, he collapsed face first into bed without even changing from his soiled uniform. His mother entered his room immediately after and flipped on the light.

“Not so fast, buddy!” she said as she stood inside his room just at the threshold of the doorway with her arms crossed. “Get out of your uniform and take a shower.”

Jake buried his face in his pillow in a vain attempt to block the light from his eyes as he grunted disapprovingly.

Then, as though it were the hardest thing he ever had to do, he rolled over onto his back and slowly pushed himself up right. He stared at his mother with squinting eyes and said, “Why mother… Why must you torture me?”

She smiled and said, “Just do it.”

She then turned to leave, when Jake asked, “Mom, where’s dad?”

“I don’t know.” She replied as she glanced back at him. “When he gets home, he better have a good explanation for missing your game.”

Jake stood up out of bed and approached her. He then reached out and rested his hand on her shoulder. At age twelve, her little boy was already standing up to her neck, and once again she found herself wondering how he got so big so fast. His touch felt warm against her cold skin, as he looked up into her eyes and said, “Go easy on him.” Then he smiled and added, “He’s an old man.”

“Just go take a bath.” She said with a smirk.

#

Later that night while Jake was sound asleep, Richard Lizar, quietly entered his home, careful not to make a single sound as he walked through the door. He cautiously locked the door, and then staggered drunkenly across the living room toward the kitchen. Before he could reach his destination however, he froze in his tracks when the ceiling fan light suddenly turned on directly above him. He slowly turned to face his scowling wife, whom as he predicted, was standing at the bottom of the stairs right next to the light switch.

“Where the Hell have you been!” She yelled with rage burning in her eyes.

Richard stared at her with glazed over eyes and put both of his hands up in a pleading manner, as he said, “Baby, calm down…”

“CALM DOWN!” She yelled as she stormed toward him. “First you miss one of the most important games of your son’s life; then, you come home at 2:30 in the morning drunk as fuck, and you think you can tell me to CALM DOWN!”

“I’m sorry…”

“Where were you, Richard!” She asked again, as she stood right in front of him.

He shrugged his shoulders and replied, “Out celebrating.”

“Celebrating what?” She yelled. “What was so important, that you stood up your son, and had me sitting up all night worried off my ass.”

“Well…” He said, when suddenly they were interrupted by a blood curdling scream that startled them both; a scream that came from their son’s bedroom.

They both looked up with terror in their eyes, as Angela said, “Oh, God… Jake!”

Then they hurried up the staircase as fast as they could, and when they reached his room, Richard quickly pushed open the door and yelled, “Jake! You alright?”

They found him standing before his window staring at one of the twenty or so models of airplanes that hung from the ceiling of the room with utter horror in his eyes. Angela rushed over by his side and looked out the window, as her husband searched the closet. The window was closed and locked, and all that she could see outside was the huge pine tree that has been there for as long as she could remember. The wind blew calmly through the branches, and the night was just as peaceful as it could ever be.

Angela looked at her son and asked, “Jake, what’s wrong?”

Without looking away from the plane, or even blinking his wide open eyes he replied, “I saw something?”

Concerned, his father then approached him and asked, “What did you see, son?”

“A monster.” He said.

Relieved, they both sighed and Angela said to Richard, “Night terrors.”

He then knelt down next to his son and said, “Look, Jake, it was just a dream. Why don’t you go back to bed.”

He slowly turned to look at his father, and when their eyes met he said, “No… It was real.”

Angela then reached out and grabbed his shoulder as she said, “Jake you’ve been having these nightmares for a while now. Is there something bothering you?”

Jake blinked his eyes twice, and then gave them both a curious glance before he turned to his mother and asked, “What are you talking about?”

“Your night terrors, why do you think you keep having them lately?”

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “What night terrors, mom? Why are you guys even in here?”

His comment sent chills rushing down her spine, as she gave Richard a concerning look. She then smiled at her son and said, “Nothing. Just go back to bed, alright sweetie.”

She kissed him on the forehead and both her and her husband headed for the door.

“Oookay.” He said dumbfounded.

As they shut the door behind them, Jake turned to glance out the window, and then he looked down at his feet as he said, “How the hell did I get out of bed?”

A rustling came from the base of the tree outside pulled his attention back on the window. He walked up to it and allowed his eyes to follow the length of the tree down to its roots, where he saw a figure standing right next to it. A man in a hooded jacket stood there for a moment staring directly at him. The light from the street lamp was located on the other side of the tree drew his silhouette in the dark making the man appear as though he were nothing more than a black shadow. He then turned around and ran, disappearing beyond the reach of the tree’s full branches.

Jake stood there and just stared for a moment rigid with fear. Then feeling exhausted and disoriented he returned to bed.

Outside of his room his parents remained, standing in the hallway with a look of equal concern upon both of their faces. Richard gazed into his wife’s worrisome eyes and said, “Did you see that? He was completely clueless.”

“He didn’t even know he was dreaming.” Angela added. “I’m worried Rick. These night terrors of his keep getting worse, and I don’t know what to do.”

He then turned to rest his back against the wall as he suggested, “Maybe we should take him to see a therapist.”

“What good will that do?” she snapped, sounding almost offended. “He can’t even remember enough about his dreams to discuss it with us, nonetheless talk about them with a complete stranger.”

“Well, we have to do something before he hurts himself.”

She then glared at him and said, “You weren’t worried about hurting him earlier when you stood him up to go get drunk with your lawyer buddies.”

Her comment stunned him, leaving him utterly speechless. Frustrated he shook his head and turned to walk away. When he got halfway down the hall he stopped and glanced back at her from over his shoulder and said, “When a man as prestigious as Charles Henson asks you to join him for a few drinks after electing you as his new partner, its kinda hard to say no.”

Charles Henson ... Angela knew the name well. Not only did the man run one of the biggest law firms in all of California, but he was also one of the most celebrated lawyers in the entire nation; not to mention Richard’s role model. If what she thought she heard him say was accurate, than all of their troubles were about to be over. If Richard had truly become Charles Henson’s new partner, they were about to become very rich.

Her scowl instantly melted away and transformed into a look of overwhelming excitement, as she asked, “You made partner with Charles Henson?”

He turned around to face her, and just simply smiled.

Her face then lit up like a fire cracker as she ran toward him and threw herself into his arms, screaming out with joy, “Oh MY GOD! I can’t believe you DID IT!”

Richard staggered as he held on to his wife, who now had her legs wrapped around his waist and was kissing him on the lips. When he caught his balance, he laughed and said, “He has scheduled an all expense paid trip for our entire family to fly to LA and stay with him and his family for the weekend!”

“Are you serious?!” She said excitedly.

“Yes! He wants me to come out to see my new office, and look at homes.”

“Homes?” she questioned curiously.

Rick smiled as he explained, “As a promotional gift, he wants to buy us our new home.”

For a moment, she just stared into his eyes in stunned silence, and then she screamed with joy once again.

The sound of his mother screaming in the hallway drew Jake’s curiosity, and he quickly jumped out of bed and ran out of his room. He looked over at his parents who were holding each other at the end of the hall, appearing delirious with excitement.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

They both looked at him as his father said, “Pack your bags, son! We’re moving to LA!”

Confused, he allowed his eyes to drop to the floor, and he just stood there speechless for a moment. When the words finally registered in his head, he looked back up at Rick and asked, “When?”

Still smiling, his father answered, “We leave next Tuesday!”

Then Angela’s joyous expression transformed into a look of sudden concern, as she said, “Next Tuesday?”

“Oh, great!” Jake said with disgust. “Give me one week to say goodbye to all of my friends, and make the deadline the day before my birthday.” Suddenly, he ran back to his room and slammed the door shut behind him.

Angered now, Angela scowled at her husband and said, “You didn’t tell me we were leaving on his birthday!”

His smile instantly vanished, as he looked into his wife’s glaring eyes, and he said, “I’m sorry… I was so excited by the offer, I just… I…”

“You forgot about your own son’s birthday!” She yelled, as she shook her head with disappointment and began hurrying back toward Jake’s room.

#

On the following Tuesday after the school bell rang, all of the eager students hurried outside to catch their bus home; Jake walked with his best friend, Matthew Evans, away from the bustling crowd and headed for the local park. They walked side by side without saying a word to each other for a few minutes. Matt carried his heavy shoulder bag loaded with books, and an old steel baseball bat that stuck out from the open slit in the zipper. Jake was lugging with him a netted bag that contained a baseball and two catcher’s mitts. He wore a shirt which had a picture of a cartoon baseball at the center of it that was flipping the bird, and there were words underneath it that read, “Screw you! It’s still my pass time!”

When they reached the playing field they dropped their bags and just stared at the sight before them. What was to be a private session between two friends, somehow transformed into something amazing by the time they arrived to the park. All of the players from his team were suited up in their playing gear and spread out all over the field. The bleachers were packed with the locals, who all stood and began cheering when they reached the field.

Bewildered, Jake glanced over at his friend who appeared equally confused, and asked, “Did you?...”

Before he could finish, Matt shook his head and replied, “I didn’t tell anyone!”

Then a man and a woman approached them from the bleachers. When Matt saw them he called out, “Mom! Dad! What’s going on?”

When Matt’s parents reached them, his mother said to Jake, “Your father did this, Jake! He called all of your teammates and asked if they could come out to play one last game with you before you leave for California.”

“Really?” he asked curiously. “My father did all this?”

Then as he scanned the applauding audience he found both his mother and his father standing in the front row waving at him. Seeing them standing together at the very same place where his father first taught him the game of baseball brought him great joy. He then smiled and waved back at him as he said to Matt’s mother, “Well I’ll be damned!”

“Hey!” she said in a mother’s tone. “I know you’re excited and all but watch your mouth!”

His mother’s reaction to Jake’s comment annoyed Matt as he rolled his eyes. They both understood very well what a devoted Christian Mrs. “perfect neighborhood angel” Diana Evans was, and they both new exactly how to use her beliefs against her.

Jacob turned and winked at his friend as he replied to his mother, “Don’t worry Sister Evans, I don’t mean it in the literal sense.” Then both he and Matt picked up their bags and continued towards the field.

“Oh, ha, ha, ha, smart guy!” she said sarcastically.

Matt then looked at Jake and asked, “Why do you always have to pick on my mom’s faith?”

Jake smiled and replied, “Same reason why she always tries to baptize me in public, to annoy her.”

Frustrated now, he said, “Seriously man, she tried one time! You really have to let it go!”

“As long as she keeps a bottle of holy water in her purse, and somehow thinks she has the right to force her beliefs on everyone, whenever she sees fit, I will never let it go.”

“You know Jake, ur an asshole!” he said with a slight smile.

Jake just shrugged his shoulders and replied, “I know, I know. But screw it! Let’s just play some ball!”

#

After the game, Jake hugged all of his friends, and said his last farewell. When he made it to Matt, he gave him a long hug and said, “Im gonna miss you, man…, You and your annoying nun of a mom.”

Matt rolled his eyes, and said, “I won’t miss your stupid comments about my mom, but yeah, I’m gonna miss you too.”

When Jake pulled away, he laughed and said, “I’m just joking.” He then gave him a high five and said, “Keep in touch, man! I’ll see you next season.”

“Alright, I will.” Matt replied, as Jake shook his head and walked away.

#

Later that night when Jake and his family were boarding the plane that would soon take them to their new home in Los Angeles, California, Richard grabbed his son’s hand and asked, “Hey Jake, I got a surprise for you.”

Jake repositioned the strap to his loaded back pack on his shoulder, and said with a sense of agitation in his tone, “Seriously, dad, I really don’t think I can handle any more surprises this week.”

“Trust me, you’ll like this one.” He said as he grabbed his hand and followed a flight attendant that led them around the crowd of people slowly working their way into the plane.

The pilot in command was sitting in his seat in the cockpit enjoying his coffee, watching as his co-pilot did his daily morning rituals. The young pilot entered the cockpit, set his paperwork next to his seat, poured himself a cup of coffee, but before he took a sip, he set it aside and withdrew from his pocket a rosary. As he began saying a silent prayer with the rosary entwined in his hands, the pilot in command took another sip of his coffee and rolled his eyes. Respectfully, he waited until the young man was finished praying before he said, “Every morning you do this ritual. What are you praying for?”

The young pilot reached for his coffee, and then sat down in the seat next to him as he said, “Oh, the usual…” He took a sip of his drink. “To watch over my family, to ensure us a safe trip”… Then another sip.

“And?” The head pilot asked.

He shrugged his shoulders and said, “One day you would see my logic in worshipping one true God.”

The pilot laughed sarcastically and said, “What a bunch of bull shit. There is only one God I know of and it’s the one that signs my paycheck. He is all knowing, and all vengeful if I try to request a single day off from this Hell hole.”

The young man then smiled and said, “I’m sure Hell would be a lot worse.”

“Yeah whatever,” The grumpy pilot said as he sat down his cup and opened his log book. “I’m sure if Hell were to exist this is where I would end up; flying a plane for all eternity in my own personal Limbo. You’re still young yet, but you’ll figure it out soon enough.”

The flight attendant then brought Richard and his son into the cockpit, and the pilot immediately produced a fabricated smile.

“Captain, your guests have arrived.” She announced.

“Richard!” The pilot said with an excited look upon his face as he stood up to welcome him. “Welcome aboard!”

When Jake entered the cockpit his face lit up with joy as his father explained to him, “Jake, meet my old college buddy Captain, Maxwell Stevens.” He then looked at Maxwell and said, “This is my son, Jake, he is a huge fan of airplanes.”

Maxwell looked down at Jake and said, “Really?”

Jake was in awe staring at all of the lights and switches that surrounded the cockpit area as he said, “Yeah, my dad and I put together at least twenty models of airplanes and jets.”

The pilot then glanced at his co-pilot and winked at him as he said, as if overly excited, “Uh Oh, looks like we may have a future pilot on board this evening.” When he looked back at Jake, he knelt down to his level and said, “I tell you what, how would you like it if I allow you and your father to come up here again when we are in the air, so you can see firsthand what it is like to fly one of these suckers.”

Jake could not believe his ears. His eyes grew wide with overwhelming joy as he said, “It would be freaken, SWEET!”

The pilot laughed and said, “Alright, well you have to get to your seat so we can get this bad boy in the air first, then I’ll send someone back to get you; okay?” He then stood up to shake his father’s hand and said, “It’s good to see you again, Rick.”

“You too, man. We’ll talk later then.” He replied as he led his son out of the cockpit and back to his seat.

Maxwell sat back down in his seat, and his smile instantly melted back into a look of aggravated misery, as he opened back up his log book and said, “That my friend, is the reason why all parents should refrain from allowing their kids to watch movies like "Top Gun" or "Independence Day" until they are old enough to realize that it’s all a bunch of bull shit.”

His co-pilot who watched him the entire time just shook his head and said, “You are quite the role model.”

Maxwell paused a moment to finish filling out the page he was on, then he turned to the next page and replied, “Go fuck yourself, Jesus boy.”

The young pilot smiled again as he too began working on his logs.

#

After Jake and his father returned from the cockpit to watch the plane fly from a pilot’s view, Jake was wired with excitement. He ran back to their seat and immediately began telling his mother what it was like.

“It was so awesome up there!” He said to Angela. “They showed me how the engines work, and taught me how to steer the plane! I can’t wait to tell Matt!”

“Well, I am glad you enjoyed it,” Angela said as she looked down at her wrist watch. Tomorrow is a big day. We’ve got a lot to do.”

“Yey!” he said sarcastically. “I love moving furniture on my birthday.”

“Well, actually,” Angela intervened, “Your father is going to work with the movers. I thought you and I would make a trip to Disneyland for the day.”

“Hmmm…” Jake thought to himself. “Can we go see an R-rated movie instead?”

Angela laughed and said, “What?!”

“I think I’d much rather see something which has a lot of blood and guts on the big screen, than to see a grown man running around in a mouse suit trying to give little girls a hug.”

For a moment, she gave her son an awkward look, and then she shrugged her shoulders and said, “I guess it makes sense; after all, it is your birthday.”

“Thanks mom!” he said as he hugged her.

He then reached into his book bag which was in the next seat and pulled out a ziplock bag which had his toothbrush and a tube of toothpaste in it. Before he could walk away his mom stopped him and said, “Wait a minute!” She then reached into her bag and supplied him with a container of floss.

“Don’t forget to floss.” She demanded.

Jake nodded his head and then headed to the bathroom. When he was gone, Richard sat down next to his wife and said, “In an hour, our son is going to be thirteen.”

“I know. I still remember when he was only as big as my forearm.” She then laughed and said, “Now he’d rather see a bloody movie, than go to Disneyland!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!” She answered. “I suggested to take him to Disneyland tomorrow for his birthday, and he said he’d rather see an R-rated movie.”

Richard was silent for a moment as he thought to himself, then he looked at her and said, “I wanna go.”

When Jake finished brushing his teeth in the small bathroom in the back of the plane, he pulled out a string of floss and was preparing to stretch the string between his teeth when something suddenly happened. When he looked back into the mirror he saw the reflection of something standing behind him; something with glowing red eyes and a shadowy human like silhouette. Terrified, he quickly spun around to see what it was, but all he saw was his own shadow on the wall. He studied the wall for a long moment in absolute silence, but he couldn’t find any explanation for the glowing red cat like eyes he thought he saw in the mirror. Assuming it was nothing more than his imagination, he looked back at the mirror and began flossing his teeth.

Afterwards, he stuck the roll of floss in his pocket and returned his toothbrush and toothpaste back into the ziplock bag and then returned to his seat.

#

It only took a total of thirty minutes to fall asleep, resting his head on his mother’s lap. He felt almost as if some unknown force was forcing him to sleep. Every time he closed his groggy eyes, he saw a flash of something; something that he couldn’t quite make out; something alive which appeared to be moving around in the darkness.

When he was fully asleep, Angela checked her watch again to discover that it was exactly twelve O’clock a.m. She looked down at her son as he rested his head on her lap and said, “Happy Birthday, sweetheart.”

Then, something in his dream seemed to cause his entire body to twitch.

…

…

…

Something cold suddenly surrounded his entire body. A rush of ice cold water slammed the thirteen year old back to consciousness, and he found himself floating on the surface of a seemingly endless body of water. Mortified by confusion and utter terror, he immediately began searching his surroundings. His body was completely submerged, and only his head poked out of the water. There was no ground beneath him as he swam in the middle of the black abyss. He then noticed flickers of glowing orange and yellow light coming from somewhere behind him. His eyes were blurry at first as he turned to see where the bright light was coming from. It was only when his vision came into full focus that he felt the heat on his face. All around him there were burning pieces of metal floating on the surface of the water; pieces of all that remained of the commercial airliner that he and his family were traveling in.

TO BE CONTINUED…

Interested in a Bloody Chick's poster?

2011-02-16T16:30:00.001-03:30

Thinking about getting some "18"x"23" size posters printed of my Bloody Chicks to sell on eBay. I would have to sell them for $16.00 plus an additional $5.00 for shipping a piece in order to make a profit though. How many would be interested?

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The fist pump hypocrisy!

2011-02-15T21:36:00.001-03:30

It is really, truly sad that people like this have a better chance at getting a book published before someone with real talent. The idiots become superstars to help delude the intelligence of our young minds, while the brilliant minds stay broke and powerless. What is it about today's time where the dumb get rich, and the poor get hypnotized and desensitized by television and the Internet. Shows like The Jersey Shore teaches our youth that if you are a douchebag or a whore one day you may become a celebrity, and then there are shows like 16 and Pregnant that subliminally teaches our children that if you get knocked up at a young age, you could end up on tv. Facebook keeps people immobilized and glues people into there seats staring at the computer when they could be reading or learning a new skill. Why is marijuana illegal but alcohol and Facebook is not; those two things are a whole hell of a lot worse than weed. We as a civilization need to wake up and realize that in light of the Egyptian uprising our Government will do anything in it's power to keep it's power, even if it means corrupting the minds of our own children.

Cavemen, by Loki

2011-02-12T02:33:00.002-03:30

So one Caveman has meat, and another caveman has a shiny rock. The caveman with the food just so happens to like shiny rocks and the one with the shiny rock, likes food. He says, "Hey, I'll give you this shiny rock, if you give me ALL your food."
The one with the food says, "OKAY!"
THE END

Missing Reel

2011-02-10T22:40:00.000-03:30

Missing Reel
By Jeffrey Arce

I sit there and stare at it approximately three hours every night; studying every crack and crevice, mentally logging every imperfect ring that spread across the red wooden door like ripples in a crimson lake. My eyes always fixated on it, as though one of the projectors in the room were pouring the images from the reel that I could hear spinning rapidly behind me on to the door. It was my first obsession; the red wooden door at the end of the projector room of the old movie house, with the sign that read "RESTRICTED!" thumb tacked to the center of it. It was my missing reel.
The door was always locked, and I was never told why. After working in this old movie house for nearly ten years, I have learned to think of it as my second home. There wasn't a single detail about the place that I didn't have etched into my mind. I could navigate through the movie theater with my eyes closed, and even had to on many occasions during those bad tropical storms that the southern region of America is notorious for. When you are the only soul walking in an all night theater, you are sometimes forced to become a one man team. Unfortunately for me, I have to be that man nearly every night. Like the actors in our movies, I have to play multiple roles to fill the shoes of the projectionist, the jan¬itor, the electrician, and the usher; all the while having to force a fabricated smile for that one insomniac with nothing better to do at the zombie hour than to come in for one of our cheap out dated feature films.
My point is, when you are here all night and almost every night of your life, you get to know this place in the same respect a corpse would show to its coffin. The Antwon Movie House was my tomb, and every night I am there, I feel trapped.
But the saddest part about it all is that I used to like this place, because I loved movies; and when I originally started working here I would watch every single reel that we got in stock, over and over again. That is of course until it became a part of my routine. Soon all I did there was feed reels, read a book or two, and stare at that damn door.
I never really understood what it was about the door that kept my interest. Perhaps it was the thought that after ten long years serving in this sanctuary of false realities, there was still uncharted territory that I have yet to discover. Who knows for certain!
One thing I do know however is what initially attract¬ed my attention. It was the smell that reeked from whatever lye within. You pain junkies know that smell. That rotting cheese smell that comes from dying flesh, when those punk rocker, or goth/emo kids remove those disgusting massive plugs from their ears. I know this smell all too well.
I should, because those goofy kids are usually our biggest cus¬tomers. And sometimes, their infected piercings emitted that stench into the air, as though it were some kind of brand named fragrance for devil worshipers. I can hear the advertisement in my head; "Hellbound... The fragrance for the damned."
It was that sent that came from whatever resided on the other side of the door. It was a smell that both disgusted me, and intrigued me at the same time. I wanted to know what it was. I wanted to see what was on the other side.
It was the alarm from my wrist watch that had pulled my attention away from the door, and back to the world. When you work as late as I, you sometimes slip in and out of consciousness; forgetting the difference between a dream and reality. It was 1:30 AM when I looked down at it, which meant that my shift was up in thirty minutes. I would finally be free from this wretched place in a half an hour. That is of course unless the boss should step in with a handful of new reels, and a request for me to check and review them.
“God, I hate this place!” I thought to myself as I accepted the reels, and involuntarily found myself somehow saying that I would.
#
The first of the two reels was a full hour and a half of a one hundred percent B grade piece of garbage. One of those Hollywood forced disaster movies, where the script was probably written in one day and on a long sheet of toilet paper, where it was first conceived. It was the exact type of movie I have always despised. The kind that made you want to get up and leave the theater half way in, and demand your money back.
The second feature was almost like a cliché of my life. It was a good wholesome family story about a mother and a father, and their two sons. It was one of those sad stories with a feel-good twist, where the mother passes away in a tragic accident, and the two boys set out to find their dad the perfect replace¬ment. The story was touching, and somehow reminded me of my own situation; though mine didn’t end so... How do they say?—"happily ever after."
As I sat there watching this disturbingly familiar movie, I felt my eyes tearing up as I thought back to when I received the news of the terrible car accident that claimed my wife's soul. I remember it was a Sunday. I remember taking the boys to the park, when I got the call from her sister. I remember breaking down in tears right there by the swing set. That was five years ago; about the time when I started hating my job, hating my life... and hating myself, for not having enough love to take care of my own two sons. They live with their grandpar¬ents now, and I visit them whenever I can; and needless to say, it’s never enough.
#
When the movies had concluded, I rewound both reels and fed them back into the projectors so that they would be ready in the morning. I never even noticed the third un-reviewed film until I turned to head out the door, and found it sitting there still in its metal casing.
I looked down at my watch and saw that it was only 4:00 in the morning, so I said to myself, "What the Hell."
The artsy freaks of the small little neighborhood of which I was cursed to live in, jump straight to my column in the local paper every week, searching for the next great crap cult classic. They look to my movie reviews as though they were written by the hand of God himself. In a sense, people depended on me to deliver their cheap thrills. So I thought, "I guess I better not let them down."
#
This movie was perfect for the type of audience that we unfortunately attract. It was raw. It was dark. It was prob-ably one of the most cynical things I had ever seen; and some-how, in some sick demented little way... it was beautiful. The story was about a murderer, whose face was always concealed in the darkness. A long chain with a rusty old key dangling at the end of it, jingled as he walked. As he stalked his prey in the alleys, on the street, and in the parking garages, it would be the only thing his victims would here before he took their lives. His weapon of choice was of course the classic horror film instrument of fate; a small rusty old hatchet, painted red from the blood of past victims.
The good horror movies are the ones where the hero remains unknown, and changes in every one of its sequels, where as the killer becomes legend. When the battle is won by the good, but the war continues on for the bad. The good horror movies are the ones where at the end of it all, the only name that is remembered is the one that belongs to the killer. This was one of those good horror movies, and the killer's name was Bryson, Erick Bryson.
I watched in awe, as he hunted his victims. Finding myself feeling Intrigued by how different each of them was, yet still so very much alike. He split a man's skull in half with the hatchet, as the junkie sat behind a dumpster in a dark alley shooting up heroin. He slashed and chopped a drug dealer hustling on the street. He hacked a woman with blond hair in a red dress, as she staggered her way to her car from the bar and grill just around the corner from the parking garage. He killed junkies. He killed dealers. He killed drunks. He killed people I would have killed. He killed the type of people that were responsible for my wife's death.
There was another man in the story who was worthy of a name. There was a detective that was hot on his trail. There was a hero, and his name was Detective Michaels. He was the man that chased Erick Bryson down, following his every move. It was the key chain that he had found during his investigation that gave him a name. He had found his suspect, and he knew exactly where he was.
The reel ended abruptly, unfinished. The end of the film strip left flailing out of the projector and slapping as the reel continued to spin round and round. I quickly shut down the machine, feeling exhausted, and unsatisfied. A large portion of this film was clearly missing, and I felt almost angered by it. Then my anger transformed into a feeling of distraught confu¬sion. What was wrong with me? I wondered as I hurried into the bathroom across from the projectors.
I then hurled myself at the sink and threw my head under the faucet. As I ran the cold water on my head, I could feel my heartbeat pounding in my chest. My first thought was that I was having a panic attack, possibly from the intensity of the film. Then I wondered if it was only just fatigue from lack of sleep. But as I pulled my head out of the sink, to look at my reflection in the mirror, I discovered the truth. The spatters of blood I found all over my shirt and arms could only mean one thing... But no...
"That's impossible." I thought out loud as I turned back to the projector that was playing the mysterious film; the very same pro¬jector which I had turned off before rushing to the bathroom… the projector that was now up and running, with film streaming through.
Bewildered, I approached the machine with caution. When I had reached the window that overlooked the massive silver screen of the theater, I saw my sons. They were on screen hug-ging their father... But the man was not me. The startling sight sent me reeling back away from the window, with utter horror in my eyes. That's when I saw it... the mur¬der weapon! The hatchet! It was lying at my feet, still dripping with fresh blood.
Overwhelmed by trauma, I lost the feeling in my legs and collapsed to my hands and knees. I could feel the world spin-ning around me, as the realization of what I have done began to surface. Then something at the corner of my eye caught my attention. It was the mysterious red wooden door. I felt as though it was calling for me, beckoning me near as I quickly scrambled back to my feet.
“What was in there?...” I wondered as I took a step closer.
"No..." I found myself saying. "Who was in there?"
Slowly I approached the door. As I reached out for the rusty old copper tinted knob, I felt my knees trembling beneath me as a vortex of nausea began to descend to the pit of my stomach from the storm of confusion that now clouded my brain. When I touched the knob my fingers froze, as a disturbing chill rushed down my spine. I stood there rigid with fear, and for a brief moment, I could almost feel the life draining from my face.
“Why was I so afraid?”
That was the question that made me want to coward away to the nearest corner that was the far¬thest away from the door. But at the same time, it was also the question that lured my curiosity. It both pushed me away, and pulled me in, and as I turned the knob to discover that it had been all this time unlocked, I suddenly had an outer-body experience. Images began to pour into my brain, flooding every crack and crevice, and filling every empty void that was left from all of my unanswered questions. I saw images of blood flying, bodies falling, and eyes closing. I saw images of my victims. And when I opened the door and looked in… I saw them all again.
#
I awoke from the disturbing dream to the sound of my watch beeping. I looked around and found myself sitting in the driver side of an old silver station wagon that was left idling in the parking lot of yet another rundown old movie house. When I glanced down to look at the time, I found a news paper sitting open on my lap, which was ironically folded to the movie sec¬tion. It was 11:49 P.M. Just in time to see a movie that was listed in the paper, titled Midnight Stalker; a B class movie about a deranged psychopathic serial killer, who for some unknown rea¬son enjoyed taking his victims at the stroke of midnight.
The title was listed just under another movie which I dis¬tinctly remember deciding against before I dozed off in the car. A movie called The Missing Reel. It was a film about a late night projectionist who ends up losing his mind, and begins killing off people he believed responsible for the death of his wife. There's no purpose in seeing a movie twice, so I chose Midnight Stalker. It was after all, so very fitting.
As I opened the door to step out of the rusty old Station wagon I stole after leaving the Antwon Movie Theater, I noticed the radio was on when a special news report suddenly interrupt¬ed the music. I paused to listen for a moment, as the report¬er on the radio station said, "This is a special report to inform our listeners of a tragic discovery that has just taken place at the old Antwon Movie House in Berks County. Police and investigators have just discovered the bodies of four unfortu¬nate individuals whom had been left brutally stabbed to death and stuffed inside a maintenance closet in the projection room of the the¬ater. Lead investigator Detective Michaels, claims these murders to be connected to the Erick Bryson Case. An escapee of the Green View Mental Institution, who believes himself to be char¬acters from murder mystery thrillers..."
I reached over and turned the radio off. There was no need to hear anymore, for I have already seen that one as well...
#
THE END

ABK - Nervous

2011-02-08T11:02:00.000-03:30

Stephen Colbert

2011-02-06T03:25:00.001-03:30

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The coolest car ever made!

2011-01-31T20:27:00.002-03:30

Originals for sale#1

2011-01-25T21:15:00.003-03:30

Zombie Chick

Now for sale on ebay for $400 and auction bid starting at $200 search item# 260727717612

Rachelle Buckley

2011-01-20T16:54:00.002-03:30

A caricature of Terra Patrick

2011-01-18T21:56:00.001-03:30

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ABK - Last Chance

2011-01-16T18:30:00.000-03:30

Tattoo Culture Model, Rachelle Buckley

2011-01-04T16:19:00.001-03:30

This drawing is not finished yet.

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First caricature of 2011!

2011-01-03T20:54:00.001-03:30

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Summer, as Cameron

2011-01-01T03:24:00.001-03:30

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Johnny Knoxville

2011-01-01T03:23:00.001-03:30

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Snooki!

2010-12-27T16:15:00.001-03:30

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Goofy caricature of my little nephew.

2010-12-27T16:14:00.001-03:30

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Drawing of Megan Fox in a Cowboys jersey

2010-12-27T16:12:00.001-03:30

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Caricature of California Boys co-founder, Cory Lally

2010-12-27T16:11:00.001-03:30

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Caricature of California Boys founder, Jared Layser

2010-12-27T16:09:00.001-03:30

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Aaron Lewis - "Country Boy"

2010-12-17T19:57:00.000-03:30

Aaron Lewis - "Country Boy": "Country Boy"

Randy Couture caricature

2010-12-16T18:03:00.001-03:30

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Status Update

2010-12-16T16:56:00.001-03:30

Feeling ambitionless. Hoping after I drink this coffee I'll feel a little better. Gotta get some shit together before x-mas.

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Ill-e-gal's new album

2010-12-16T14:16:00.001-03:30

Ill-e-gal's new album proves to be in my opinion, one of the best underground female lead horror-core rap albums of the year. It's fast, and edgy, with beats that will crush your eardrum and lyrics that will both blow your mind, and arouse all of your senses at the same time. Love the album, and I can't wait to hear more. This is what underground hip-hop has been missing. Check it out; you won't be disappointed.

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??????????!

2010-11-30T12:07:00.001-03:30

The day they close my eyes will be the day that the world finally opens it's own.
Without fear there is no control.

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Coolest little kid ever!

2010-11-29T20:18:00.000-03:30

Caricature of Bill Clinton

2010-11-28T22:46:00.001-03:30

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Caricature of Sarah Palin

2010-11-28T22:45:00.001-03:30

Location:Sarah Palin

Insane Clown Posse - Fonz Pond

2010-11-23T22:30:00.000-03:30

Thought of the day.

2010-11-17T22:35:00.001-03:30

These are the challenges of life. Nothing worth having is easy to obtain. The struggles of life are the personal battles that we as individuals must face, but if you keep your head high and fight through them, eventually you will be victorious. And with failure comes knowledge; with knowledge you gain the weapons you need to come back stronger than ever before.

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Blood Bath Original

2010-11-16T22:55:00.002-03:30

Lanny Barby as Blood Bath.

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very creepy, disturbing children's cartoon, banned from TV

2010-11-16T17:54:00.000-03:30

Need Art? Let me do it!

2010-11-14T15:26:00.001-03:30

Hey Authors and Musicians! If you need original art for the covers, posters, or banners for your upcoming novel or cd, contact me! I can do it all for nearly a fraction of the price any other artist will do it for. Check out my art and tell me what you think!

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Mutha Nun-chuck'n bored!

2010-11-11T21:14:00.000-03:30

Facebook friend Kristen Hill

2010-11-09T22:37:00.001-03:30

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Facebook friend Amanda McConnell

2010-11-09T22:07:00.001-03:30

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Facebook friend Ashlyn Crowell

2010-11-09T21:33:00.001-03:30

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Facebook friend Moriah Sebbah

2010-11-09T21:03:00.001-03:30

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Facebook friend Kelly Flees

2010-11-09T20:38:00.001-03:30

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An interesting conversation I had on facebook.

2010-11-08T18:50:00.002-03:30

Jeffrey A. Arce
Lets get a few things straight right now!
1. I do believe in God, and the good in man.
2. I do not hate religion, in fact it is the total opposite; cause I am upsest with it.
3. I do not believe in the Devil. The only demons I know of only exist in man.
2 hours ago · Friends Only · Comment ·LikeUnlikeLee Corleone likes this.
Moriah Sebbah well hello!
2 hours ago · LikeUnlikeJeffrey A. Arce hello
2 hours ago · LikeUnlikeMoriah Sebbah A question though, from a non believer... how can you believe in a god and not devil? there should be a counterpoint, for the equilibrium?
2 hours ago · LikeUnlikeJeffrey A. Arce I refuse to believe something simply based on fear. Hell is insurance for Christians. They use it as a way to manipulating their followers further. Telling them that If you do not believe what we believe you will go to this place. I believe... in the goodness in man, and our only true mother; the earth. I do believe evil exists, but it comes from the ego and greed of man, who want nothing more than the power to control all others. I also do not believe in control, just the myth of control. People scare others to force them to believe that they have control over them, but in the end, that control is only temperary.
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2 hours ago · LikeUnlikeJeffrey A. Arce Just because you believe in a God, or Gods, it doesnt mean you have to believe in a Devil, that is reserved for those who choose to be damned.
about an hour ago · LikeUnlikeMoriah Sebbah I agree with you, there is a systematic use of fear to control people.. but that still doesn't answer my (rhetorical) question though ;) shouldn't there be a devil if there's a god? everything comes in pair it seems, night and day, hot and cold , blah blah... see what i mean?
about an hour ago · LikeUnlikeJeffrey A. Arce The evil is in man, as is the good. I dont believe that our God really cares on the matter of who is right and who is wrong. Our God only cares about one thing; balance in life. It gives life, and it takes life away. That is its job, and we are all apart of it. In essence, I believe that there is only one God, and we make up that god. We are her limbs, we are her good and evil, we are just a piece of the complex puzzle that make up her whole; our earth, our solar system, our galaxy.
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Loading...Jeffrey A. Arce Like gears in a clock.
about an hour ago · LikeUnlikeJeffrey A. Arce Besides, as far as we understand it, only humans judge things as a matter of good and evil. There is no proof that any other animal on earth can make that distinction, other than the creatures that our in fact influenced by humans, such as cats and dogs.
about an hour ago · LikeUnlikeMegan ಌಌ Bonetti well put
about an hour ago · LikeUnlikeMoriah Sebbah plus the notions of good and evil are empirical, but in the real world, it's not so severed... both are mingled most of the time
about an hour ago · LikeUnlikeJeffrey A. Arce Even with animals obeying their masters by doing as they are commanded and protecting them, they only do it because of fear. They fear that if they do not obey them, they will not be fed. If you really think about it you can reduce everythi...ng that animals and even humans do as an act of basic survival. Can a dog go out into the wild to catch it's own food, yes; but at the same time can't a human go out into the wild to survive, of course they can, but when they have another option; why would they? Good and evil can be reduced to right and wrong, and yet again, right and wrong can be reduced to a decision of life or death.
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about an hour ago · LikeUnlikeMoriah Sebbah interesting simile

Bloody Chicks: Broken Souls

2010-10-31T12:51:00.004-02:30

Original character and art by Jeffrey Arce.
Coloring and graphics by Phillip Arce.
Asa Akira as my character, Shattered Soul.
Shattered Soul is a character of vengeance from my sci-fi/fantasy book series FEUD/TURNING AGE. She is a ruthless assassin that will destroy any and all who would ever even dare to step in her path. Learn more about this character in my upcoming re-release of THE TURNING AGE.

Location:Bloody Chicks, Shattered Soul, Feud, The Turning Age, Jeffrey A Arce, Phillip M Arce

My caricature of Alvin Greene

2010-10-28T02:14:00.001-02:30

A caricature I did of South Carolina Senator Candidate Alvin Greene.
Gave him a free caricature and when we were done, he asked the press team that was following him if he should tip us. After he allowed those slow gears of his ol'noggen to turn, he just shrugged his shoulder and walked away. Cheap, slow, and an apparent sex offender; sounds like a good politician to me. Ur welcome Greene! Good luck with being a bought in symbol for dumb America!

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Location:Alvin Greene, South Carolina, Senator

And to force man to fight the wars of our new G.O.D

2010-10-25T17:22:00.001-02:30

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To steel the power of the gods.

2010-10-25T17:21:00.001-02:30

Look at the power lines that are being pulled around Zeus/Poseidon from the power plant behind them.

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The plan of man to take the righteous land.

2010-10-25T17:17:00.001-02:30

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In (G)overnment (O)nly (D)o we trust...

2010-10-25T17:14:00.001-02:30

To enslave man and bring about the end of free will.
One Voice, One Power, One God

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4 wheeler caricature

2010-10-25T14:43:00.001-02:30

I drew this straight out of my head.

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Location:Caricature art

A nice couple I drew at the SC fair

2010-10-25T14:41:00.001-02:30

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Location:Caricature art

A girl I drew at the SC state fair

2010-10-25T14:39:00.001-02:30

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Caricature of The Inner City Posse

2010-10-15T14:11:00.001-02:30

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Location:ICP, Insane Clown Posse, Psychopathic Records, Juggalo, Inner City Posse

Caricature of ABK

2010-10-15T14:09:00.001-02:30

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Location:ABK, Psychopathic Records

Caricature of Boondox

2010-10-15T14:06:00.000-02:30

Bloody Chicks Model Search

2010-10-13T13:42:00.003-02:30

I am currently searching for models (mostly female, but it would be helpful to find some male models as well) to pose for my Bloody Chicks Art Pictorial. If you are interested in participating, please contact me via e-mail at jeffrc@comcast.net Or you can find me on facebook @ facebook.com/jaahevhel
Please note that this is not a paying position. All I can offer you is exposure, and a chance to be seen. Please read the following for more info.

Before you make a decision on this, be sure to check out the samples I have of the project available right here on Beyond Heaven & Hell. Also, before I can choose anyone for a piece I will also need a full body shot in order for me to make a decision.
Though this project is a work if erotica, I don't necessarily need nude photos if you are not up to it. But the poses still must be lusty and they should at least show enough of your body to tease the audience. The initial full body shots MUST be clothed, I only need them so that we can make a decision on wether or not you'll make for a good candidate for this project. The models chosen for the pictorial will be decided on by a vote between me, and my partners in this project, Jessica Reeser Arce, and Phillip Arce.
All models must also be at least 18 years of age or older and they will be required to sign a contract before we can use them. The contract will simply state that you are allowing me to use your image and personal bio in this art pictorial. You will write the bio, which just tells a little bit about the real you, and why you have volunteered for this project.

Location:Models, search, female, male, pictorial, art, erotica, Bloody Chicks, pinup art, model search

Caricature of AMB

2010-10-12T13:31:00.001-02:30

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Location:AMB, Axe Murder Boys, Psychopathic Records, Hatchet Man, Family, Juggalo, ICP

Sassy Kiara

2010-10-11T13:00:00.002-02:30

Mean Janisa

2010-10-11T12:59:00.002-02:30

A caricature I did of someone by the Susquehanna River

2010-10-11T12:55:00.001-02:30

Loki Danger's Freestyle Soapbox 2

2010-10-11T12:35:00.000-02:30

Get a caricature done, FOR FREE!

2010-10-07T11:21:00.000-02:30

Gotta get some live practice today, so Ill be in Harrisburg doing free caricatures along the Susquehanna River. If you are interested in joining me for a FREE Caricature, you can find me chilling at the end of Front + State, where the statue is of the man sitting on the bench with a news paper open.

Caricature of Blaze Ya Dead Homie

2010-10-06T23:19:00.001-02:30

Backyard Wrestling 2 interview

2010-10-06T00:31:00.000-02:30

Just another thought

2010-10-05T19:21:00.001-02:30

I believe the rulers of the world have forgotten a very basic rule about control; and that is the fact that control doesn't really exist. Money was originally meant as a form of control, and when people loose their jobs, they loose their money, and when people loose their money, they loose their minds... When people loose their minds, we loose control.

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Location:Control

Holy Manipulation 1

2010-10-05T10:54:00.001-02:30

Unto the woman he said, I will greatly multiply thy sorrow and thy conception; in sorrow thou shalt bring forth children; and thy desire shall be to thy husband, and he shall rule over thee.

And Adam called his wife's name Eve; because she was the mother of all living.

And so, it is by these passages that the magic and beauty of womanhood had been soiled by the arrogant views of power hungry men. An evil apple stripped women of all their dignity and singlehandedly destroyed the power of The Goddess.

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Location:Holy Bible