

A Lack of Colordust collects on objects scattered on shelves and tables and minds like filmy cataracts and i cough like something is trying to escape from within the cage of my ribs clawing its way out and up the column of my throat to rear its ugly head and scream at the top of its lungs and my eyes winceA Lack of Color
in protest and blink rapidly as though that makes any difference
and my fist clenches around a duster covered in feathers the last memento of some dead bird and my legs stand motionless like pillars of granite stuck in the sands
Just saying hi....haha,
curiosity wonders if you will post art any time? :\
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-if you live your life in fear of death.. then you do not live, for as humans we are given the gift of knowing that we will someday die, which makes life all the more worthwhile.-
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*achoo*
GIVE
CHAPTER 11!!!!!
MUAHAHAHA
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No Worries!
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I'm glad you liked it. Take care, and here's hoping to see some stuff in your Gallery as well.
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In life, one should know how to be able to bend the rules, since not everyone plays by them. - Paul Rene Padilla
Don't cosplay if you don't fit the part: [link]
Ha. Maybe one day. I'm so uncomfortable with my drawing skills, but I'm hoping to get better with practice! Thanks, though, for the sentiment. (:
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The Bishie Photog is here! >8D Where're my bishies at, betches?!
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