There is a distance of three
short razor blades between the end
of a well-loved cigar and
the sooty crimson lips grasping the shaft.
Her teeth were white and tinkled
crystalline as daggers inches from the neck
of her fears and hollow dreams like the burnt out
husk of a bitch she was, kneeling.
He knew her true face even as it smiled
and knew enough to smother that flame
while her cigar was sometimes just a cigar
and sometimes a cry for deeper burns.
The Death of Byron, the Last Good Man
-1-
Byron often told me he was born fourteen years old. In a way, it flatters me, for he was fourteen when I first met him. That fact plays no part in his reasoning, nor does he probably remember it, but it comforts me still. These nights grow so cold that I often need such comfort.
Before meeting Byron, the most important person I had ever met was named Eliza. When I was eight, her and I had played together. The woods around her house were as expansive as they were sinister, and in our youthful minds they represented all that is glorious on the matter of exploration. They were, in short, our North P
I'm writing this right into the submission box.
I just saw her, haven't seen her in what, four years, at least. Maybe five or six, I haven't a clue, god she was so much older than me. I was young then though, and she was already a woman. A beautiful woman, as I recall, as I remember, god I barely remember her. It was so long ago, I think five years. I'm not even sure if it was her.
I saw her from about twenty feet away, with three miles of fatigue in my legs, covered in sweat, reeking of effort and with muscles burning. I was moving quickly, she was walking out of her door, calm, cool, cold even, with the subtle sexy grace of a woman who kn
There is a distance of three
short razor blades between the end
of a well-loved cigar and
the sooty crimson lips grasping the shaft.
Her teeth were white and tinkled
crystalline as daggers inches from the neck
of her fears and hollow dreams like the burnt out
husk of a bitch she was, kneeling.
He knew her true face even as it smiled
and knew enough to smother that flame
while her cigar was sometimes just a cigar
and sometimes a cry for deeper burns.
The Death of Byron, the Last Good Man
-1-
Byron often told me he was born fourteen years old. In a way, it flatters me, for he was fourteen when I first met him. That fact plays no part in his reasoning, nor does he probably remember it, but it comforts me still. These nights grow so cold that I often need such comfort.
Before meeting Byron, the most important person I had ever met was named Eliza. When I was eight, her and I had played together. The woods around her house were as expansive as they were sinister, and in our youthful minds they represented all that is glorious on the matter of exploration. They were, in short, our North P
I'm writing this right into the submission box.
I just saw her, haven't seen her in what, four years, at least. Maybe five or six, I haven't a clue, god she was so much older than me. I was young then though, and she was already a woman. A beautiful woman, as I recall, as I remember, god I barely remember her. It was so long ago, I think five years. I'm not even sure if it was her.
I saw her from about twenty feet away, with three miles of fatigue in my legs, covered in sweat, reeking of effort and with muscles burning. I was moving quickly, she was walking out of her door, calm, cool, cold even, with the subtle sexy grace of a woman who kn
Does/Did anyone play? I fired up the old ps2 and found that good ol FFX is more fun still than a lot of the recent games I've played.
In other news, I might make a DevID. To represent theme number 1, "Introduction". But don't know what I'd do for it...
I also may start doing the themes out of order...A few of the first ten are so boring...
I'm back, again.
Going to try and make it stick this time.
Five themes that I'll try and do;
1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Rot
Well, hello. Hopefully I don't just vanish again...
I'm looking for motivation. So I'm gonna get involved in this hundred-themes challenge thingy. Gonna tell my ladyfriend about it so she forces me to finish. Eh. (Also, will draw chibi commissions soon. Sorry Dragon, Ika, and kitty...)
I hope to up the quality of my drawing by putting in more time and effort, even doing some backgrounds. I will also try to shift away from drawing straight from a picture, althought I might use some refs. Whatev. We shall see.
HUNDREDS AND HUNDREDS OF THEMES!!!
1. Introduction
2. Love
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Rot
6. Break
7. Heaven
8. Away
9. Cut
10. Breathe
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14.
Zomg, thanks! At first I thought you were just some random deviant but then I went to your profile and saw thousands of pageviews and kinda freaked out (sweatdrops) Thank you so much!