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A panda On your window, dear.There is a panda On your window dear...

she has tickets to the show.

There you'll find a rare breed of Siamese twins.

cold skin: skin is cold

Her. her aching eye's, glittering like blue glass
she's fixated on Empty red swings..

He. he puts his little fragile arms around her..

Shhhh...
Silence is. Silence was hidden behind the bookshelves

"I...I found a dream"

the words he uses..
the words he used..
whisking them of the top of his tongue.

she turns
with tears you can't see

"take me there" she says.

held on by their fingertips.. they ran.

through the traffic,
pass the trains
Over the clouds and under the rain
Down streets

Painted SkyWarm Autumn's night
whispers from the wind.
he hears the leaves tremble

fragile fingers hidden by the pockets of his golden brown coat.
he walks On

seduced to the sweet aroma of cinnamon..

here, his ears herd.

"the sky is falling.."

scattered eyes tracing the sound.

In the corner of a cinnamon tree, she's there.
eye's of the skies.hair of raw silk.
in her hand she holds an umbrella painted with the colors of the midnight sky.
she. with little bare feet covered in cinnamon.

she whispers..

"the sky is falling, i can feel it in my eyes."

all else is forgotten.

he is on the streets again, as she paints the skies.

its 3am.

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How to Disappear Completely.by *bohemianpoets

Traditional Art / Drawings / Surreal

_{"and never be found..."

Peter: so how do you feel when you look at this?
me: where is her face? WHERE IS HER FACE!!!!??!!
peter:
me:
peter:
me: oh! would you stop with the blushing? its not like i molested you!
peter:
me: *rolls eyes*

This character was a fusion of Emily the strange. and the inner girl inside my inner something idk.

*thinks to self* "She Isn't happy, lord help us all"

sigh.

alas! a drawing see? proof that i am not dead.
just remain inactive due to a heavy mind and a heavy life
much to do so little time.

i need a vacation
i wouldn't mind being shipped off to Ghana for another month again. or 4

i promise, promise. for the two people who were expecting their request last week, it'll be up this week. I'm sorry I've just been crazy busy and just plain weird as usual.

Mood: bittersweet. with a pinch of sad.
Listening to: Radiohead - just (do it to yourself)
also a latest addiction.}