After a month's worth of well meaning and well wishing messages, I've been convinced of one thing: I was taking this artistic crutch far too seriously and letting it define me. It's not easy to part with ten years of identity or ten years of your life, but when something doesn't work anymore, it's time to put it down and walk away.

Oh, and I got mugged last night, so this just spurred me on to make further changes to my life in this increasingly cutthroat and selfish world. Hate to be a downer and sound like I'm "taking my ball and going home", but I'm just tired of dreaming of anything good and lasting, and bad things just keep dragging me down. Nothing anyone can do; it's my own fault for being a Prey animal all my life. It's just my fate.

To the best of my knowledge, all 2002 and 2003 work has been removed. I'm taking my work down in pieces where possible to assess what I've done, and deleting accounts elsewhere where that is not possible. I don't know when I'll be looking back in on the TF world to delete more work; this is a painful process, killing one's own creations.

Eh, post whatever. Haters gonna hate. More for the animals, because that's what humans are to me now.