Windows
Wasp CanuteWasp CanuteWasp Canute
Hello? Can I help you? No.
The buzz of it echoes off the walls like a rubber ball, crashing into my consciousness, trying to scrape its way into my attention, with the endurance of a child after a tall glass of lemonade. I look away, infuriated, and bite down on the end of the pencil, which tastes bitter, and becomes more so the tighter my teeth pinch down on it. I read the same words again and again, squinting in the dim light, which strobes from the ceiling, obscuring my vision and pulling at my concentration. I can't escape it; its shadow
EG2
Dark GreenIt's 6am, Saturday morning. Kingston High Street, South London. I can't believe I was worried they wouldn't have starbucks here.Dark Green
Early morning is the best time of day. It's cold, but it's a good frost, like a serenity which nearly warms and cleanses you. For a moment you forget last night and omit what took place and what you said. The soft blue sky acts as a facade for our recollections. The quiet whistle of wind and the lack of pedestrians lightly mute and preserve your feeling of innocence; no matter your scaly skin, harsh, crude, gruff of a voice, and clumsy walk: you don't feel rough. The eye of the storm, which is the morni
Pretty Bored With Life~ I've become pretty bored with life lately...Pretty Bored With Life
Café had become turbulent as the 9-to-5 routine reached it's anticipated finale, and business suits and business ties flooded the caw-fee shop with their companions of rich americans. They made the expanse seem inky, less colorful, less.
I could see someone out of uniform. The glare from the window, from the sun, cast an unholy halo around his head and light splintered forward as to hinder my vision. He stood hooded behind a suit and tie in line for caffeine. His fringe curved down and flicked the side of his painted lips. Purple, white, black, his clothes flowed t
A taster.Poseidon knocks and terror grips. Or is it a thrill?A taster.
The place looks old, but in reality it’s just dirty, dirty with the dust from its own shattered structure. It’s a broken place, a sad place. One bereft of love. It’s mental damage is just as bad as it’s physical harm, and that’s bad. It makes you feel sad just walking in there. One of the walls has a large hole in it’s centre, and a cold breeze flows through it, disturbing the thin curtains which are only attached to the curtain rail by a few threads. The walls are dirty with all manner of disgusting substances; and the floor is no better, st
Paints
Artistic
If it's finished.
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Education is the key to success - The Hootz.
Some time in August most probably.
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The EGG came first. Deal with it.
We should record this after it's been improved
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Education is the key to success - The Hootz.
YEAHBOI
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Volker
Blue Steel, Webcomic: [link]
and answer you're phone!
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[link]
New gallery.
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[link]
New gallery.
im guessing you got the message about the deviant logo...
i kinda deleted the message by accident so if you could send me the link that would be nicey
Im gonna enter a design
are you?
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[link]
New gallery.
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The EGG came first. Deal with it.
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[link]
New gallery.
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