| Something from way back in the day. Yep, he's an old one. From when I used to do anime. lol But the details on his automail are great! I'm proud of it! ^^ |


Musical atosphereShe could hear the stars, as if the very wind that rustled her hair directed the stars' singing like a wind chime. She could feel the melody enter her ears and the sound lift her up. Up, up, up far away. Even as She longed to be lifted away into a world of shimmering fantasy, all She could see were her mothers hands digging into the soil. The Earths furtile ground did not hesitate to break. The mother hands went on digging for hours, blood and rain soaked Earth caking her hands.Musical atosphere
Yet She stood still, longing.
Beside them lay an ice body. A boy not much past four years lay. unbreathing. unmovin


Dead inspiration 2007It's the roadkill between my ears dead and unwilling to move it refuses to be my muse I am left in the darkness of normalityDead inspiration 2007
Its the rusty mechanisms of my mind wheels refusing to move repelling any amount of WD-40 I am left blank
Its the death of my inspiration an end to creation no imagination left my dead inspiration has given me writers block
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by *sergey1984| It's stuff. |
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"Penguins are cool; they're like black and white ewoks..."
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"Penguins are cool; they're like black and white ewoks..."
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