12:01Midnight slumbers while dull old eyes pried-open, wide-awake trembling hand drags a quiver pen on the pale surface of white paper black ink forms a tired trudging line pools and smudges on loops and curves vinyl records spew blues bass beats in synch12:01
with music of a throbbing pulse falls deafly on blistered ears half-empty or half full
Martini glasses or Screwdriver await like Death potions that mush the brain turn their vitim to a walking-dead Zombie a crashtest dummy waiting to be hurled into outer space into a vacuum of
cowardice
im just browsing around!
heheheh!
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Beauty is in the eye of the beholder, but we create them!
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Comment, to get comments.
Share your kindness, not your hate.
Love the art, before yourself.
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do i get a head pat for that?
nyaaoo~
Plushie Commish anyone? ;3
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"She was my dream; if you touch a dream, it vanishes, like a soap bubble." - from Neil Gaiman's short story, Looking for the Girl
[link] <-- My LJ
ngayon lang me napadaan for some strange unknown reason...hehe...un lang po! papatayin ko muna yung kapit bahay namen...teka...
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"Orega kowai no ka?"
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"She was my dream; if you touch a dream, it vanishes, like a soap bubble." - from Neil Gaiman's short story, Looking for the Girl
[link] <-- My LJ
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coz life sucks half the time. ~
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