

PerfectionYellowed teeth, crumbling pillars. Lips, cracked masonry, ill-fitting smile. Slick flesh, cavernous pores. Cavernous heart. Cavernous echoes.Perfection
Smoke, poison drifting to the stratosphere around a worn body, slumped shoulders. Heavy burden, ragged clothes. Ragged spirit. Ragged thoughts.
Angel, demon, nothing of neither. Nothing at all, wink of light. Spasm of sound, wheezing breath. Wheezing soul. Wheezing life.
Dead eyes, ocean never so bleak. Disease, death and nothingness. Dark hair, darker halo. Darker conscience. Darker
I never really got enough time to check everyone's art. Yours is quite amazing.
Anyways, I hope things are/will be going well.
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Eating from the butcher's slab, becoming what they meet,
Restrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat.
Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue,
God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you.
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Eating from the butcher's slab, becoming what they meet,
Restrained and roasted while they gorge, strapped into the seat.
Bathing in your arrogance, dining will ensue,
God made me a cannibal to fix problems like you.
Now watch me riffle through your gallery *EG* like a gnome in your underwear drawer >_>
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One day it'll make all sense...
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Quincy Archer hates you!
Glad you like it.
Perhaps next time your thoughts on it as well?
Thanks again though!
Happy hollidays!
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She lives in the clouds
She talks to the birds
Hopeless little one
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One day it'll make all sense...
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