PuppyGirl

"Tonight... I'm cleanin' out my closet...." Eminem

Many of you may have noticed that I have deleted a whole buttload of pictures from my gallery.  Why? Two reasons...

1. I am making a lot of progressive changes in my life and I don't want to be the person I was anymore.  Well, mostly..  Some things never change.  So much of the art does not reflect who I am any more.

2. Some of it just struck me as 'off' somehow and I just didn't want it here anymore because it didn't crank my tractor.

I am doing a LOT of overhauling to this gallery as well as providing some explanations for my two year absence.  It is a looooong story and some parts are better left out but I will at least attempt to give an overview.

If I deleted any pictures that you liked or that were personal portraits of anyone, my apologies but it really is nothing personal.  I want my gallery to reflect who I am NOW, not five or more years ago.

Also, my profoundest, humblest apologies to Miss Donna Evans.  I know we have been out of touch for ages and it is entirely my fault.  I will set about correcting this.  If anyone else wishes to correspond with me, please drop me a line.  I will answer.  Even if it is just to tell you that I don't want to talk to you because you are baggage and drama I don't need.

I have been doing a LOT of travelling as well as a lot of work with my psychiatrist in the last couple of years and have had several revelations about myself.  I am trying to organize my life as well as my environment.  My house looks totally different as a result because, just like in life, I was holding onto things that were cluttering up my mental and personal space.  Time to let go of old crap that has become an albatross around my neck.

More to come this weekend.  I am currently 700 miles from home and typing on a laptop and it's annoying.

I finally got a tattoo!

After years of debating and several piercings, I finally decided on a tattoo design that I felt strongly enough about for it to be my first.  It's the Horde symbol from Warcraft.  I am obsessed with Warcraft where I play a Tauren shaman.  At any rate, the ink hurt way less than many of my piercings so needless to say, after this heals, I will be getting more tattoos.  Maybe my next one will be a picture of Thrall with the Doomhammer.  That would be hawt!  At any rate, if you want to see the tat pics, they are in my scraps section:

puppygirl.deviantart.com/galle…

Strength and Honour!

Welp, some folks are wondering where I have been and why I have not uploaded any new art.

Simple answer: World of Warcraft.

Also, my email account at Bellsouth has been out of commission for a few weeks now.  Someone kept sending porn to my account and it pissed me off so I deleted it.  I will probably make a new one soon.  If you want to reach me, the best bet is to either send me a note here or log into Warcraft on Kirin Tor server and look for a Tauren shaman named Kether.

Yes, I have some new art.  I have not scanned or uploaded most of it.  Some of it is commission work that is just crap portraits of people's kids and stuff that I did for extra cash.  Not really interesting.

As for other stuff going on, I am in a Vampire LARP on weekends, still bellydancing on Monday and Wednesday, play Call of Cthulhu on Thursday night, have made a huge posse of hip new geek friends.  We paid off the Trans-Am so now we are going to put the extra money into paying off credit card debts.

That's about it.

The satanic orgy of last Friday night....

(crossposted from Live Journal)

It was dark and humid in the accursed pit; hardly a breeze stirred the fetid air.  The atmosphere was heavy with the smell of drugs, liquor, blood and sweat as hundreds of minions crowded together in a drunken orgy of violence to celebrate their demonic overlords.  

From the blackness of the pit, the five of them appeared before us.  It was the first time I had ever laid eyes on them and my heart began to pound in my chest, feeling like a trapped animal that was attempting to claw its way from my rib cage.  They were all huge, otherworldly; possessed of a hideousness so striking that human words cannot begin to describe it.  Nevertheless, I was overcome with a sense of awe, adoration, and a wild satanic ecstasy rather than fear.  

Their leader was perhaps the most monstrous of all.  He towered over us, tentacles surrounding his fanged maw, spiraling horns crowning his head full of matted black hair that cascaded to the middle of his broad back.  Rippling muscles gleamed beneath the strange armour he wore.  It was forged of some metal surely not of this world.  Something far more ancient, glowing with a faint blue luminescence; unbeheld by mortal eyes.  

I stood at the front of the adoring throng, watching in speechless reverence as this behemoth began to speak to us, his deep voice echoing over the screams and chanting of the slaves.  He told of things from other dimensions that mortals could never even begin to fathom.  He told us of the times before mankind arose from their simian ancestors, as he and the other dark lords walked the Earth long before we did.  He spoke of the beauty of violence, death, perversion, hate, and unbridled anger.  The more he said, the wilder the minions became.  

The other armoured abominations around him joined us in our chant, walking among us and whipping up the frenzy.  

One of them in an ancient Roman centurion helmet walked momentarily out of site into the blackness of the lair.  When he reemerged, it was with a struggling human held in his enormous arms.  As he walked into the infernal glow of the torches, I saw that the human was dressed entirely in the red robes of the Catholic clergy.   Behind me, the crowd began to chant "Death! Death! Death!" as the monster chained the priest to a sacrificial altar.

  The horned one withdrew an ornate, chthonian axe.  It was darkly beautiful, inscribed with cryptic runes so primal and otherworldly that I felt my sanity begin to slither from the recesses of my tortured mind when I stared at it for even a moment too long.  

With a sheer force of Will, I tore my gaze away and met the stygian gaze of what I then realized to be the true Lord of Chaos, that most diabolical and oldest of fiends, he who made even black Nyarlethotep his bitch and challenged the Unfathomable Azathoth himself!  

The Malignant One smiled as he heard our chants calling for the death of the priest.  

Yes, even I, one who takes in abused animals, who has tended the sick and infirm, defended the rights of the oppressed, I found myself caught up in the chant, my hands raised in the air saluting the abominations with the Mano Cornuto, the sign of the diabolical horned god of old.  

He screamed with a howl of ecstasy as he swung the wicked blade down toward the priest and it was only then that I realized that this was not just any priest!  It was the recently crowned Pope Benedictine!  I had only a second to ponder the implications when the pontiff's head rolled upon the ground, picked up by one of the star-spawned devils who held it above him, letting the blood drip down his face and armour, lapping at it greedily.

With a single swipe of his clawed hand the Archfiend tore the steel chains from the shuddering, headless body and wrenched it up into his bulging arms.  Blood spurted from the decapitated neck in ponderous sprays as the Dark Lord turned it toward us.  My eyes locked with his hellish gaze as he pointed the corpse straight at me, laughing as he sprayed me in the face with the sanguineous torrent.  I felt it slide into my mouth, down my throat, into my eyes as he moved forward to share the Unhallowed Baptism with the other zealots.  

I closed my eyes, feeling the darkness enshroud my soul, damning me for eternity as I drank the life's blood of the fallen Pontiff.  Our Profane King returned to the front of the throng, joining his demon brethren to speak to us more of his Iniquitous, Necromantic gospel, casting spell after archaic spell over us, binding us to the unbreakable will of the Cabal of Chaos.  

As we became more violent and the mania reached a maddening crescendo, the depraved, vile Beast withdrew an immense, turgid phallus from his metal codpiece.  It was hideous, with tentacles, fangs, and wretched little eyes.  Like some Cthulian wyrm sprouted from his belly.  I looked on in a mixture of horror, wonder, and I tried to purge the baneful lust that was sliding it's tendrils around my mind.  

He wound a huge, clawed hand around it and began to jack himself furiously, unabashed, subversive, and smirking as spurts of his icy black load gushed forth and sprayed several of us.  He caught me right in the face with it.  I felt it slide down into my mouth and over my breasts – forever tainted and corrupted with his unholy seed.  Yes, my friends, if the Chaotic Lord himself does not devour my soul, I shall surely spend eternity in the profoundest of hells for what transpired that night…

For I have learned their unholy names, previously only written in such tomes as the Necronomicon and Von Unaussprechlichen Kulten:

Balsac, The Jaws Of Death
Beefcake The Mighty
Flattus Maximus
Jizmak, The Gusher
and
Oderus Urungus – The Lord of all that is Chaotic and Depraved.


Yep, folks, those GWAR concerts are just a blast!

Not to mention that after the concert Oderus, sweetie that he is, got off the concert bus just for me and he hugged and kissed me and shook Chris's hand.  It was really one of the greatest nights of my life.  

I shall definitely do it again because before the end of the night, they had also beheaded Dick Cheney, disemboweled Bush Jr., cut off Sharon Osbourne's tits, and lopped off Michael Jackson's wiener.  Fun for the whole family!

More useless information...

This is ganked from my friend Katherine.  I filled it out for shits and giggles.  You bitches should do it too!!



1. What time is it? 9:31pm
2. Name as appears on birth certificate: I am adopted so that is personal...
3. Nickname(s): PuppyGirl, Donner, bitch
4. Single or taken?: Married, ten years now..
6. Chinese zodiac: I'm a crashing Boar...
7. Hair color: red
8. Eye color: light green
9. Height: 5'5"
10. Shoe size: 7
11. Glasses, contacts or neither?: Both
12. Braces?: for 4 years when I was in middle and high school
13. Piercing/tattoos?: eyebrow, nose, ears, still trying to decide on ink
14. Birthplace: Sweet Home Alabama
15. Current residence: Arkham, Mass
16. Siblings name: Wilbur and Lavinia

******HAVE YOU EVER******
17. Gone skinny dipping?: Hell no.
21. Skipped school?: Certainly.
22. Bungee jumped?: I can think of better uses for a giant rubber band than using it to jump off a bridge...
23. Kissed someone not related to you?: constantly
24. Kissed someone of the same sex not related to you? Several times.
25. Kiss more than two people in one day: Who made up this questionaire?  A twelve year old virgin??
26. Kissed?: Every day
27. TP'd someone's house?: Of course.
28. Won something?: Yeah, the Genetic Freak lottery.
29. Asked someone out?: *rolls eyes*
30. Been rejected?: Yes, by anyone with a shred of moral dignity.
31. Been in love?: Yes, with the Great Old One who sleeps in Rlyeh
32. Been to a funeral?: Lots of them..
33. Used a lighter? Yeah, but not for smoking..
34. Been on stage?: Several times.. with copious amounts of valium to calm me down



******FAVORITE******
35. Food: Kibbles N Bits
36. Ice cream flavor: ice cream makes me throw up
38. School subject(s): Cunnilingus 101
39. Breakfast cereal: Kthulhu Krunchies
40. Number(s): 777
41. Book(s): On A Pale Horse by Piers Anthony, Modern Magick by DM Kraig, The Golden Dawn by Israel Regardie, Light and Liberty: Reflections on the Persuit of Happiness by Thomas Jefferson, Uncle Tom's Cabin by Harriet Beecher Stowe
42. Movies:  Sleepy Hollow, Nightmare Before Christmas, Sense & Sensibility, Beauty and the Beast, The Little Mermaid
43. Candy: Marzipan, Asbach Uralt, Mozart chocolates, Godiva orange truffles
44. Soda: Coke – it's the only one a true Southerner would drink!
45. Color(s): The Colour Out Of Space
46. Vacation spot: Innsmouth, Maine
47. Sport to watch on tv: The Nude Special Olympics
48. Sport to play: The Methamphetamine Convulsion Women's Open
49. Bands/musicians: SlipKnot, Dimmu Borgir, Mushroom Head, Lacuna Coil, Black Sabbath, Iron Maiden, Slayer, Mercyful Fate, GWAR
50. Letter(s): L O R T A B
51. Fast food restaraunt:  You're kidding, right?  Like I want to eat meat with feces in it….
52. Cartoon Character: The Monarch
53. Holiday: Halloween, of course…

54. Name for a boy:  A. Borted
55. Name for a girl: Miss Carried


******DO YOU PREFER******
56. Chocolate or vanilla?: Neither.  Jeez.  That's freaking boring.
57. Boys or girls?: Neither.  I prefer adults..
58. Long relationships or one night stands?: Neither.  I am a snobby bitch and most people aren't worth my time.
59. Dogs or cats?:
*For companionship: Dogs  
*For a side dish with bérnaise sauce and sautéed mushrooms: Cats are the clear winner.
60. Scary movies or comedies?: Shoujo manga
61. Silver or gold?: Plutonium
62 Croutons or bacon bits?: artichoke hearts

******THINGS THAT COME TO MIND******
63. Doctor: pills….. yummy….
64. Hedgehog: Thistle.  I used to own a hedgehog by that name.  She was an evil, foul tempered little shit.
65. School: Miskatonic U!  Go Pods!
66. Grass:  Gas or ass, nobody rides for free.
67. Cow: Harvest Moon
68. Canada: over the counter codeine, absinthe, and great bakeries!  I loved Toronto!
69. Mouse: cordless
70. Hand: job

******THE PAST 48 HOURS, HAVE YOU******
71. Watched a movie?: Yes.  Dodgeball.  It was a scream!
72. Talked on the phone?: Several times.
73. Cried?: Yes, for the death of my faith in humanity.
74. Threw up?: Yes.  I throw up a lot.  No, I am not bulimic.  My stomach pouch rejects any excess food.
75. Drank a glass of water?: Several.
76. Gone to the bathroom?: No.  I am in a coma and using a colostomy bag.  Christ, these questions are freaking retarded.
77. Read a book or magazine?: Several
78. Watched tv?: Yes.  Mind of Mencia and The Daily Show
79. Looked in the mirror?: Constantly.  I am a huge narcissist.
80. Taken a shower?: No.  I have not bathed since May.  It's against my religion.
81. Taken a picture?: Yes, of my friend's spider bite.  I am not kidding!
82. Listened to music?: Yes, the symphonic cries of the damned that torment my frail, deranged little mind…
83. Hugged or kissed someone?: Too many someones.
84. Done your hw?: No, but if HW will present him or herself, I will be happy to comply..
85. Told someone you loved them?: Yes… and they probably will never recover from it.

***DO YOU BELIEVE IN....******
86. Heaven?:  Yes.  It's in a bottle from the pharmacy.
88. Aliens?: Yeah, one of them cuts my lawn.  His name is Carlos.
89. Fun for the entire family?:  I'm from the South.  We call it Incest.
90. Freedom of speech?: Yeah, for however long it happens to last…
91. Love?: I have to or else I may become a serial killer.
92. Magic?: Don't get me on my soap box…

*******SOME RANDOM STUFF******
93. Last movie you saw in theatres?:  Revenge of the Sith Nerds
94. Are you listening to music right now?: Yes, the howls of the Hounds of Hell.  All 7 of them.
95. What color shirt are you wearing?: Black with the word 'Heretic' emblazoned across the front in white.
96. Do you like your middle name?:  FUCK NO!  I hatehatehatehate that damned name!
97. What is the best thing since sliced bread? My dual speed shower massage.
99. What time is it now?: 10:11