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Art: A Satire"Okay, class, time for the new project. I want creativity, individuality, and original ideas. You will do a painting of a box and only a box. Have fun," With two claps the zombie-like students formed single file lines, separated by gender. The dull gray fabric of their uniforms rustled quietly as each student received a plain brown box, paints and brushes clinking around inside. In silent unity, the class began their work. With an air of superiority, the teacher slowly walked between the desks, her black boots creaking oppressively. Occasionally, she leaned over a student's shoulder, pointing out mistakes. She reached a student busily wArt: A Satire
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Fugue CrackLampshadeFugue Crack
Fugue carefully slips his clothes off, dropping them into a pile at his feet. He reaches up and quickly tugs the monocle from his eye. With a flick, the glass shattered against the wall. The man sauntered over to the bed set in the middle of the room and draped himself on top of the red silk sheets.
He brushes his fingers tenderly over curves of wire, “I missed you my love,” Fugue plucks the lacey lampshade from it’s perch, holding it to his chest and caressing the stretched fabric, “Making it through a single day without your sweet sweet embrace is absolute agony! Kiss me, you wonderful
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Dear DadI'm am not speaking for Brittany or Brandon, but I have somethings I feel you need to know and it's going to be hard to say without angry in it. However, I will try. What happened at graduation was the end result of years of crying, depression and anger. My entire life, you have been a stranger that pops in every few months or years. Someone I was afraid of. Someone that got to take us to do all these fun and expensive things. It took until I was 11 years old to figure out why it felt strange to do anything with you. At the time I didn't realize I had figured out, but looking back, it makes sense. Do you remember when you took Brittany, Mom aDear Dad
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- Current Residence: http://www.angelfire.com/planet/lexicalsanctuary/
- Interests: Art, writing, computers, and many more
- Favourite movie: I have too many
- Favourite band or musician: Nightwish, Malice Mizer, Trans Siberian Orchestra
- Favourite genre of music: rock and alternative
- Favourite artist: Bob Ross & Van Gogh
- Favourite poet or writer: Chaim Potok & Charles Baudelaire
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil, pens, colored pencils, marker, paper, etc, MS paint & PS 7
- Website: http://winston.smackjeeves.com/
- Email: gothgurlvamp@hotmail.com
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I like to call them posts.
*LOVE BE TORN ASUNDER BY SORROW, WROUGHT WITH TEARS AND SUFFERING AND TORTURE - HOPE BE CAST INTO THE VOID-CHASM, THE ARROYO OF FORGOTTEN!* *DESTRUCTION BE BROUGHT DOWN FROM ABOVE TO CLEANSE THIS LAND!* *YAY!*
... Happy little posts.
Happy, indeed.
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Check out my art account, ~lexicalsanctuary.
I'm actually not too bad, not great, but not terrible.
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Outside of the dog, a book is man's best friend, inside it's too dark to read.
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O_O//O_< *twitch*
lol--'ged awf mai bayndwaagen'...O_O...
i dont know either...
lol..nah.. justy thought that id tell you what a good writer you are
well...umm...youre a good writer....
???...
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O_O//O_< *twitch*
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Check out my art account, ~lexicalsanctuary.
I'm actually not too bad, not great, but not terrible.
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Outside of the dog, a book is man's best friend, inside it's too dark to read.
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Check out my art account, ~lexicalsanctuary.
I'm actually not too bad, not great, but not terrible.
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Outside of the dog, a book is man's best friend, inside it's too dark to read.
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