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|Hey, guys! Kevin Anderson here with a web-comic entitled 'Confessions of a Sociopath.' It follows the exploits, adventures, and near-death experiences of David Solomon Samson, who suffers from Aspergers syndrome and Sudden Unexpected Nocturnal Death Syndrome, or S.U.N.D.S. Watch as his family does their best to keep their beloved David alive while he isolates himself from society to write about his visions of the afterlife!|
(full color comic pages each update)
|Here's a group of pictures that I consider shining examples of art.|
|This is me appreciating others for their hard work and giving them some advice along the way; then again, there are a lot of critiques out there, so these ones are mine.|
Also, I encourage all of you Deviants that are also YouTubers to come look at my new song, 'Wasting Away.' It isn't like the piece of crap version that I did without even thinking about writing the lyrics. No, this one is much different.
|I'm a failure on YouTube, but I'm a success on DeviantART. And speaking of DeviantART, these are the newest deviations in my DeviantART gallery! Feel free to take a look if you'd like.|
|Whatever you do, don't give up. The last thing you would ever want to do in life is give up.|
|Take a good look at these prints. Walk around in my shop awhile. Think about what you're going to get. Because for the right price, you can get something very memorable to call your own.|
What I'll DoThe black void swallows my mind, but I'll eventually crawl out.Rei-Lee-art
Maybe not today, tomorrow, or within 3 month, but I will. And,
when I do, I'll look in my smashed mirror. I'll strip down, I'll
remove my makeup in which hides my mind. I'll look at my stretch
marks residing on my lower stomach and chest. And I'll look at
the scars that pepper my legs, because I always knew my wrists
were too risky. I'll laugh at my unshaved legs and look up,
catching my smile; realising I've forgotten how lovely it truly
is. I'll probably cry too. I'll let my tears spill because I have
broken free. Maybe then, I'll be able to pick up that book from
ten months ago, from when I last crawled out of my black hole.
Maybe I'll finish that painting too…
Realization I am coming to see the error of my ways, and I cannot undue themShadowAuroraz
I can foresee things, changing greatly.
As my mindset crumbles, a new one takes hold,
something has broken, and I must move on.
The past is choking me, but the future. .
I am now aware, the change is in motion
I can't remain here, for I will die.
Please remember who I was,
for I do not know, who I will become,
and I do not want history, to be repeated,
my past must be remembered.
For the next, generations,
to prevent, the unthinkable,
to save them, from destruction. . .
Promise?It's one of those nights,SoulFire10
I can't call you,
I can't text you,
I can't make sure you're alright,
and the fear is killing me,
tearing me from the inside out.
I fear I'll never see you again,
that I'll never again hold your hand,
watch you dance,
of hear you sing.
I fear our last joke,
would be the last time we spoke,
that I'll never get a chance,
to say what no one want to speak;
'cause how are you to cope,
when your friend says she wants to die?
we're heading home soon,
where I hope to see your face.
So before I put down my pen,
I'll make one final plea,
Don't Die On Me.
AshesI’ll bury your ashesmel-dickinstein
inside my grave.
There won’t be flowers
to mark your dreams,
or a funeral
where we will speak
No one will
and no will
But we will be
in an eternal solitude—
pieces of you
and all of me.
I’ll be whole
and you’ll be
just a memory.
Wounded RhymesHere I am again and I don’t know whyblisslessheart
This always happens no matter how I try and try
It’s so pathetic that I just sit here and cry
I was far too shy to ever fly
I fell before I even really tried to head towards the sky
But still I get high on the idea that I
Could instead of taking to straight flight one day spry
Like a bean stock and defy the way life
Is favorable to the kind
That just keep going and pass on by
without even shifting an eye
It’s no lie
But I’m not ready to say goodbye
Please forgive me Please forgive my broken heart,Redbuick95
as it shatters like ice. Forgive my
as I act the the pain dose not exist.
Please forgive my as I yell and shout,
please do not go, forgive me as my tears
fill the sidewalk like a river. Please forgive
me as everything I believed he shattered with
|Hello, my fellow deviants. If you'll notice, there is a donation widget on the top left part of my profile that says that if you donate at least 25 points to me, then I'll feature you on my page forever. Yes, that's right, folks. For 25 measly points you will be featured on my profile for all to see. It's just my way of helping others out and trying to get people noticed.|
Watch at least one of these people and you won't be sorry!
Hello, folks, I'm Kevin 'The Skull' Anderson. Welcome, fellow deviants and watchers, to a gallery full of surprises. Here you will find my gallery, which contains hundreds of photographs, pictures, and writs of literature, as well as a series of favorites folders dedicated to those artists out there who work hard to make their art totally top-notch, a journal where I talk about stuff about my personal life and promote my videos on YouTube, and even a few prints that, as much as I hate to say it, are expensive. But, of course, the guys that run dA can't continue to do the smaller prints anymore because they don't sell very good, and I don't blame them a bit. In the meantime, you're more than welcome to view my gallery, leave a comment on the comments section below, and, if you really like my stuff, watch me.|
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