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"He was one of God's own prototypes: a high-powered mutant never even considered for mass-production. Too weird to live, too rare to die."

have a good night everybody..

i'm outskee..
annalee:
skull
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Now in darkness world stops turning,
ashes where the bodies burning.
No more War Pigs have the power,
Hand of God has struck the hour.
Day of judgement, God is calling,
on their knees the war pigs crawling.
Begging mercies for their sins,
Satan, laughing, spreads his wings.


god i love sabbath..
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/begin ramble

follow the spark let me ingnite the quiet of the stare.
fingertips play within the strands.
understand the difference between silence and awe.
could i have just one more whisper while shadows grow thin.
let me rest my head on the dream that is your skin while our hands dance in the dead light.
rearrange my soul into what you like better.
the...
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annalee:
Oh you could do such beautiful illustrations fot those words skull
ohmandy:
going with those two shots for now, sarahs shots of the tatts didn't come out.

gotta get off sg before someone sees me uploading these images at work!

have a great weekend!

mandy

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annalee:
Thanks! That is a cool picture oh robot one robot
ilovemikehunt:
masked bandido is fucking awesome.. i also dig your bots, especially the orange one.
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updated my pics section with a few old and new pieces of artwork.

feel free to comment on digs/dislikes.
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"I get what I want but got no one to share it with"

sifting through various journals here i'm reminded how there is so much hurt out there. sadly we experience more downs than ups in life and most of us do our best to black out the pains of our pasts.

i think there is one thing that we intelligent freaks and scarred souls...
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aeryn:
What an intriguing first entry. I could use a hero.
junko:
I'm tempted to leave some regurgitated clich --- the masses have many for love and lost, but I don't think most even suspect the depth of this dark bottomless hole.
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/begin ramble

total my expressions from the "fuck you" smile to the retro glare.
i'm surrounded by angels, bloody wings in my closet, earth tones brushed by the wind.
could i get a kiss before the sky starts falling? look past my hate and hear the calling.
i could never climb a tree when i was young. i'd collect rocks to paint and give names...
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junko:
You..... write beautifully. So so beautifully.