

AcheLike creeping vine reach I toward you, illumed by ghostly white which radiates upon me from your countenance, the night. The dark is cool and intimate, a haven for a pair, but every time the wind changes, there's danger in the air: Your words like swords disrupt the peace without a second thought of what impression that might leave on entities which ought to urge you put away those swords and pick them up for naught.Ache
But there again you soften, vulnerable to a fault and sweetly coax my love-thoughts, heretofore put to a halt. These interjections blindly burn, enshrouded all in black
BLARGH
-2.5 cups grattitude
-1 llama
-3 empty eggshells
-1 left boot
-12 pints of Double Chocolate Cardiac Arrest Ice cream
-1 cup excitement
stir counterclockwise, while adding a healthy amount of cough syrup. Enjoy.
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[insert creativity here]
Thanks for visiting my gallery and to add one of my works to your fav.
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When we laugh indoors the blissful tones bounce off the walls.
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Waiting for the rain..
^_^
[ish]
how ART thou? get it? art....
ahahaa...ok, i'll stop x]
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Art is a collaboration between God and the artist, and the less the artist does the better.
-Andre Gide
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