My new account is here: [link] .
Feel free to check it out, although the only piece of artwork on it is in the scraps.


Ruritanian SymphonyA grand piano sang, whimsical, ghostly notes as an imaginary hand smashed at the keys, bleeding near around its calloused knuckles as it danced. The player's smile was a hostile sneer, white teeth like genuine cocaine and plastic with turpentine. He continued, as if it would never end, eyes like pale vagrant wolves crying, oh crying! He cried out with his fingers and his feet, stamping them to the tune as it fell into a conforming solo and untangled its knots.Ruritanian Symphony
"Oh can-can, can-can, can you, can you, can you, can you: Can-can? Spill onto the keys with your fingers, like water, piano man! Bravado, stand up with i
Why so long there are no news?
We wait!
--
Art of my friends: art Ferres :: art Gary Roberts
:: art Quoom :: Docomics
--
-~marleybean
心の痛手
˙ pɐǝɥ ʎɯ uı ˙ǝɹǝɥ
--
Me, myself and I.
--
...And I could just smile up at them, and say that I did it for the rain. To see the same night sky as the rest of them do...
--
Won’t you come into my garden? I would like my roses to see you.
– Richard Brinsley Sheridan
Previous Page12345...Next Page