This is the End.

As all children eventually grow out of their parents, as all puppies eventually leave the burrow, and all cats do not take the milk of their mothers, my art no longer has a place among this community. It was fun for a short while, and maybe I will return.

I have grown, and in that growing I have outgrown this place. I glance about its familiar halls and realize that it is no longer familiar.

This is the end my friends.

There are still places were I leave traces of my art and handiwork, and it is up to you whether you really want to risk going into its depths. It has become seemingly twisted, destroyed, reworked, tweaked, and made to be erotic and fascinating. You can still find me here [link] if you dare go there, and my journal is still open.

Besos.