Dappled

Falling AsleepCloth.Falling Asleep
Breathe. Breathe.
R o u g h. It scratches. Pull it off. Against my skin, pull it off. Slide over... Arms. Shoulders. Like sweet oil. Skull and mane.
Breathe. Breathe. Touch my eyelids. C l o s e t h e m. Kiss.


Star DancingTap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap.Star Dancing
Five fingers drummed against the glassy surface of the table, beating out a simple rhythm. The fingers themselves were sturdy, but long, and dry. Aside from a silver band with intricate vines etched into it, there was nothing to decorate the papery hands.
Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap. Matthew looked up from the paper he was scrawling upon with a light pen. One thin, dark brown eyebrow twitched in annoyance as golden eyes, much like a cats, focused on the tapping fingers.
For a brief six seconds, he allowed himself to feel anger. He was trying to work, and the noise shattered his t
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"Every artist was first an amateur"
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"... and then the robots will form the robot version of PETA for less inteligent bots, and before you know it your toaster is asking for religious days off."
- [link]
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"With hands held high into a sky so blue
as the ocean opens up to swallow you." - Linkin Park (Hands Held High)
"If you can pick up a pencil and apply your heart and soul to the image before you, you ARE an artist." - RIP-sama
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"For I am kind..."
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"You must do everything yourself." (First rule of Alchemy)
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my username is a misnomer.
[blog] [daily art project]
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Armed with the personality of Leprecaun gold on a winter's day...
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