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Cup Half-Empty of Lies by Gymdawg

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Mmmmmm, OJ.

My first real attempt at painting...

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The cup reads "If I had done it". I should have made that first 'i' lowercase...
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SzGfx Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2008  Student Digital Artist
Hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha, that's awesome.
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beefjerky7 Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2008
nice work, i'm diggin the concept here
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The Light Train by Gymdawg
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Her Majesty II: FloatingI know I'm no captain,
but I was learning fast.
To end our adventure,
you stab me in the back.
You left me floating
out towards the dark;
shipped off to be shipwrecked
alone in my ark.
Dear diary, dear journal,
dear whoever's out there:
I watched the needle
after you dropped the tanks
out towards the darkness
with my dreams in their ranks.
Dear diary, dear journal,
dear whoever's out there:
I'm lost in an ocean
with no islands or stars.
With no air or fuel left,
I'll die
cold and starved
Dear your Majesty,
I thought we were quite a pair.
You were my getaway.
You were my only prayer.
Now you're in pieces
and I'll die out here.
Vortex2 by Gymdawg
Miss Fated by Gymdawg
Playing Devil's AdvocateIt seems to me
that the answers you hear ringing true
are chords playing just for you
from whistles only dogs can hear.
I'll hold my ground
with feet planted on solid earth
for the first time since my rebirth
against this army you have found.
I'm
Playing Devil's Advocate;
backwards in my mind.
And I'm
questioning everything,
everything that I can find.
What have you now,
more books and tapes to fuel the fires;
volumes of text all screaming violence,
but your whistles, they all sound like silence!
I'm
Playing Devil's Advocate;
backwards in my mind.
And I'm
questioning everything,
everything that I can find.
Her Majesty I: Almost EmptyI awoke early, alone in my ship;
surrounded by darkness and no radar blips
Where will I find my new home?
Which sun will call to me
to make it my own?
I left Misty Park and all that I knew
with only contempt for my murderous youth
You'll burn forever, dear brother.
I hope they kill you before you kill any others.
I've rationed my food, but my fuel's running low.
I need to find a system soon or I'll be stranded alone.
Jessie of The Brother Sun, signing off.
That the end of it, Sir.
It's not enough for a trace,
but we've got partial coordinates.
We can approach the area.
Keep Listening, Lieutenant, and maintain our course.
If that poor bastard goes empty out here we'll
   -- oh, hello Sarah. You look awfully pretty today.
Would you be a darling and send your brother to me?
i hate you
Yes, of course, Sir.
MP IV: The Devil, The AngelA badge and a gun they gave to me.
A city under keep; under my lock and key.
They put their lives in my hands.
They put their lives in my hands.
I am death, I am no angel
and with my dagger I decide the fate of all.
I am death, I am no angel;
with my dagger I'll send this city to piles of salt.
There's a killer on loose in this town.
He is evil and his knife soaks this ground.
Dear Detective, please detect this man.
-- How can you catch him when he's half the man you am?
I'm not death, I am an angel.
I can't decide, I can't decide the fate of all.
I'm not death, I am an angel;
with your dagger I'll send myself to piles of salt.
I am death and I'm the angel.
This dagger tastes of blood and salt.
I am death and I'm the angel.
This city's doomed. I'll kill you all.
You ran, brother; and rightly so.
You ran, brother; and rightly so.
Please get away, somewhere I'd never go.
You ran, brother; and rightly so,
but I'll catch you and kill you.
You'll make my knife glow.
MP 3: Brother Sun, The VoyagerCome soon
sun, you bright example
of days post nights long trampled;
cold and alone.
Shine on
with warmth, the barest sample
of optimisms ample;
brothers and sons.
Is this your idea
of forgiveness?
Is this what you call
our family?
I know you hurt mom.
Did you know you hurt me?
You've grown
so sideways, sick, and twisted;
a brother, only listed
with a curse
Everyone's dead.
Your hands are bloody ones.
I've played "alone"
now I'm truly
the only son.
I'm setting out to start again.
I'll find a new home;
and, I pray, new kin
among brand new suns
and a new system.
So come soon sun,
you example
of days not trampled,
cold or alone.
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