Anyway. I'm getting off my computer now. My eyes hurt.


ArakielA clandestine existence Beneath all these layers of filth and faith. There, broken glass egg shells. A mind lost in the light and shadows. In the grimy mirror smeared with ashes See the world leeched of color And the skeletal ghost with mechanical wings. Whisper to him In harsh rasping voices Tell him of the grotesque face Obscured by the delicately carved mask Of alabaster and obsidian. An eye sewn shut and an eye blood red An eye of silk and an eye malign. Spider web chainsArakiel
And a maze of thorns Ensnaring the phantoms and the delicate white birds
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People aren't chocolates. D'you know what they are? Bastards. Bastard coated bastards with bastard-y centers.
lady, i like yr style.
yea, i need to add some more colorful pics i think.. i'm not so happy with what i have here, honestly.
but that has to wait til i finish my portfolio
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