Well, not really much of an artist at all. I suppose I could put some of my writing here...


PainPain. Pain from a thousand nameless points. That came first. Sharp and dull, lingering and sudden, and it surround all things. Pain was existance now, nothing had come before or after in this moment.Pain
Slowly, pain mixed with light. Pain and light mingled slowly, filtered through overhanging shadows. Where the shadows existed was beyond understanding now. The light seem to lighten the pain after a time, and other senses came through. A mind whirled to assemble the bits it was given.
Flesh and bone joined the pain, directing it to where it lived. Slowly hands and limbs were found, and the light lessened so that eyes cou


Between Two LoversListen to the bed moan, Under the weight of two lovers, Listen to the cutlery clatter in the kitchen, Sounding like thunder, And we produce the lightning.*Between Two Lovers
Watch as the curtains turn to ash, And fire engulf the lovers, The heat they produce, Their bodies burning through friction, Her supple breasts, Teasing the man’s nipples.
She grips his arms, Clotting his blood, Causing him to bruise, Under orgasmic pressure, And as she comes, Those heavy breaths, His emotions flood his soul, And a tear escapes from his eye, She’s


Daggers Speak Louder Than WordThe silence filled the night air; it hid the crimes that had just taken place. There he lay, silent, bloody, torn and ripped to shreds. He just lay there and didn't move, and all I seemed to be able to do was stand and stare at the bloody mess before me. I don't know what came over me; I don't know how it all happened. I never meant any harm, just a threat would've done but not... this. I remember the last words, I remember our last encounter, that scene replaying itself over and over in my head... over and over... it is over, his life is over. Over... a word that can mean everDaggers Speak Louder Than Word
Superman Toon
Breakadawn
**hugs**
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I've come from the depths of the shadows... whispering the sweet sounds of deceit in your ear, enslaving you... your blood is mine!
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The mind is its own place, and in itself can make a Heaven of Hell, a Hell of Heaven. - John Milton
~Rebecca Lynn
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"La liberté n'est pas quelque chose de difficile. C'est une question d'imagination."
Camille.
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Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but some peoples' eyes need serious medical attention.
I've seen everything in your portfolio. I think you could make stick figures look awesome.
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Beauty may be in the eye of the beholder, but some peoples' eyes need serious medical attention.
hope you have fun here
interesting user name
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No one gets out alive all we can hope for is
when all is said and done more is done than said
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