It doesn’t feel like a coincidence that I found out you’re gone on the 20th anniversary of Silent Hill 3. And I seriously can’t fathom you aren’t here anymore. I had to go look up your obituary and it still doesn’t feel real. The last time we actually spoke was 2008 I think and we got in an argument over the dumbest thing. I don’t even remember what but that was also the day I deleted my old DA account. I still always checked in on your art over the years though and always loved seeing what you posted. And then life got hectic and I stopped. Until last night a friend asked for recommendations for amazing macabre artists and I said “Boy have I got just the guy for you!!” And that’s when I saw the notes on your profile. I sent them anyway so hey you’re still getting new fans even now.
I still have my print of the throne back and forth again hanging in my office. My students are terrified of it. It’s great. I also still think nobody’s ever going to do a better Vincent cosplay than you.
Oh and every time I'd go in P1 I'd remember when you said you “hated that place to pleasantly scented pieces.” It still makes me laugh.
I hope life was good. I hope you got to do what you wanted. I hope wherever you are now the fog is spectacular.
Holy crap Cevin Key is scoring the new Silent Hill. you did this didn’t you. When I saw him post this it couldn’t have screamed YOU more. Hiiiiiiiiii
i can’t fathom 5 years.
I know you read this. Everytime I put my Skinny Puppy hoodie on I think of you. I was so enthralled by INSOC when I was in high school but I after I met you at the show in Philly it meant something else. To meet someone else who knew who Coil was and Jhon was mysterious. I will think of you until the day I pass my friend. You are never lost to me. You have enriched my soul and empowered my magickal genetics. Through the ether eternally.
It’s really hard going through life without one of the best friends you’ve ever had. I hate this. I miss you so much.
Been hearing voices. Static through the ether. Skeletal corridors webbed arches. Somewhere on the smoky tendrils you’re there.
I think about you every day. No lie. I can always tell when you’re around and it’s an odd feeling because knowing you and knowing me, it should be blatantly obvious. But it’s subtle. which is odd because your passing has been anything but.
hardest thing I’ve gone through is not having you to talk to.