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Happy Thursday!
Hello Everyone! I'm having a pretty good day. Decided to end it with some glorious photos! :happybounce: These beautiful photos caught my eye. :+fav: away and check out their galleries! They are some wonderful photographers! Worth faving, watching, and viewing. If you like the art feature be sure to :+fav: the article to help it get some exposure <3 Also, if you have photographs that you've taken, especially older ones that have not received a lot of attention I'd love to see them. Note me with thumbs or links! They could result in a feature and at the very least a couple :+fav:s! :thumb286577809: :thumb286602675: :thumb286581980:
Scream of the Butterfly
Mascarade Prive 01
Raining Blood
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Weapons on chains
Weapons on chains Finding a new addiction in wine and fingernails The last wordless promise on the never-ending turntable Boring deeper until sick The pigs hang upside down, stretched and odd in rows With chests like novel pages, already read The times of old, and sins of new. Their eyes pools of lost already faded and gone But always watching the pole and mist And drowning in metal at the talent show Trying to sing with all her might But her throat is slit, and the straw is blowing bubbles Wordlessly gargling to the audience's applause How she hates them, But dancing for the piggys until the curtains fall And drowning in met
As I try to be more like the Spiders...
I try to be more like the spiders, Their thread sinks between my toes sullen in its charade, I watch my skin tighten and purple, Fishhooks tugging cold like the merciless hands of a lover, I feel her breath fill my lungs and hold it, The ailing thread deepens in unsettled places, I struggle, moaning like a whore, They dangle next to me, those awkward naked ornaments shallow and reeking of whiskey, I hear them silently twisting in their tears and torment, A child splitting the violin strings of his throat, louder than most, I smell his sour drippings, coating the thread, And he hung ugly and bloated, like an unfinished doll, I'm tr


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Jo24's avatar
Happy birthday :iconbdaycakeplz: :clap:
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thought you'd dig this guy's style
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IcechrystalheartStudent Writer
Your welcome for the fave!
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NiiveleggeljaHobbyist Photographer
A thousand thanks... :blushes:
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StareStudiosHobbyist Photographer
Thanks for the very generous compliment. It's much appreciated!
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TLFullerPhotographerStudent Photographer
My pleasure!
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DeathxFairyHobbyist Photographer
Hi there,

You were featured in my last journal entry: [link] :)

Kind regards