| One of my favorite pieces... |


Empty ShellYou said you were leaving. I didn't think it would be so soon. Did I ever say goodbye? I don't think so. But I don't remember. Because, like everything, the pain faded with time. It became just a dull ache. Months passed. I couldn't remember your face. Piece by piece, it had faded out of my memory. It had been a year when I eventually forgot. Two years. I saw someone in the hallway. So familiar. It spooked me, as if I'd seen a ghost. Again, I glimpsed him. Was it yEmpty Shell


InkedBack and forth the pen will dance across the well worn page. The quiet sounds of scritch and scratch the scrawling silent maze. Words flow out onto small blue lines in black and white contrast. Scribbled letters small dark signs the pen runs frenziedInked
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Halloween NightThe Halloween frights slowly draw near, A holiday many deviants hold dear. Fella will shiver at deviant works of wizards, of warlocks, of devil pitchforks. The were-artist howls at a glowing full moon, The chilling screams of the season will be here quite soon. The vampires arise from their coffin-esque beds, and vengeful horsemen begin the search for their heads. Fella shudders again as shrieks fill the air, and shrill hallow-screams start to raise every hair. The glow of the jack-o-lanterns lights up the night, and the cackling demons will give quite a fright. DeviantsHalloween Night
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~ Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep ~
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There is no solution
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"...From the Houses of the Holy, we can watch the white doves go..." Led Zeppelin- "Houses of the Holy"
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"...From the Houses of the Holy, we can watch the white doves go..." Led Zeppelin- "Houses of the Holy"
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