And since it is the New Year, I will start working on art again. And none of it will be shit. Well...at least not as shitty as it has been.
Yeah, that's all I have to say.
Bee On The Sun

Flesh WoundShe was rotting within putrid flesh. within restrictions and confines of the skin. She wanted to tear it from her bones. tear it from her heart. There had been an insatiable desire for freedom. for peace. The Sea. The Night. The Stars. All lost. She reached into the dark. Knowing. nothing would ever be hers. Her skin was dripping from the displaced muscles of youth. Dripping from bones which had protected the beating chest of a woman. She oozed with blood and tears.The last of it fell. She howled at the rumpled sac beneath her feet. Unprotected at last. Vulnerable. Open to an empty world. full of love. Looking to her ivory chest. Betrayed. shFlesh Wound
Primary Colors
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Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.
-Conor Oberst; Bright Eyes
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Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.
-Conor Oberst; Bright Eyes
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Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.
-Conor Oberst; Bright Eyes
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Elalia
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Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.
-Conor Oberst; Bright Eyes
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Elalia
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Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.
-Conor Oberst; Bright Eyes
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Death will give us back to God just like the setting sun is returned to the lonesome ocean.
-Conor Oberst; Bright Eyes
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