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Blood Red Rain
Bogey everywhere
try to talk to a black puppet in the dark
you won´t even see it
Is it talking to oneself in the following?
Shouting at a wall
Those concrete heads only are there
To do what?
Keep everything quiet
And their table is like a beshitten toilet
They are as lazy as a cap in the sewer
rusting away, waiting for the flood
to clog the drain
Blood red rain
on my shoulders
blisters on my back
Blood red rain
get licked by the big black cow
to make her even more fat?
Black stains at the trees
this culture is rotting
because of penetrant blockheads
Shred all clerics
they´re outdated
we´re here for the new thing
No insurance needed
that is provided by them
the fresh start is about
I am so glad
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Literature
Drippin Down
The hallway
on the doorway
A threat a sanction
to make me a holy man
Roly poly man
put on my fan
Too hot I cannot breath
anymore, anyhow
The multiple mixing desc
for nothing but a statement
A state for a statement
to be around
To peel the crust of a wound
of a quaterpounder
At burger king
let´s swing
Do the boogie woogie
dance to be honest
Show your innards
put them outwards
And get washed
get the sand out
Out of my eyes
let it flutter
Got the gutter
my kennedys are dead
Your the ape
I´m the hurdy gurdy man
Dance to the radio
have your private pancake
Shreds nothing but pets
flapping blackly down
You plead guilty
a whole thing to bear
No air
no breath
A lead orb at your spine
the cleric was a swine
A pig
that´s sick
Swine pest
a bird´s nest
A great big sports fest
and merits
Baker, merits baker
the plummer a rubber
Erase my kibosh
you mighty slut
Out of a nut
or a planet
Janet?
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Sue Storm and Namor by TimGrayson
Mature content
Sue Storm and Namor :icontimgrayson:TimGrayson 71 2
Literature
Alone
I threw you
Out in the
Trash today
The sky was sunny
Not even one
Hint of grey
No longer will I
Look the other way
When you make me weep
All those whispers
Under the trees
Secrets I pledged to keep
I will never tell
How you can't
Get it up
I promise not to say
About the awkward
Love affair with your pup
I will never look
Deep into your
Intoxicated shit brown eyes
I long though
For the strength to
Disarm your lies
Your balding head
And toothless mouth
Are just like sighs
Blazed into my
Desolate mind
No kind of lover
Were you able to be
Drugs, filthy women
Kept you undercover
I still wake up
And think of you
I cry out your name
But you're in your
Run down house
Shit on the floor and no shame
In your chest
Where I assume your
Heart used to reside
Is a cold dark hole
Where all your deviations
Work so hard to hide
Things you believe in
Is hard to trust
The bottom of the lake
Is where your sickening
Life takes place
And the county knows you're fake
You can't sing
Your band is barely
Throwing
:iconTalesFromMyCell:TalesFromMyCell
:icontalesfrommycell:TalesFromMyCell 3 1
Literature
Regrettable
She wasn't regrettable
She wasn't forgettable
He wasn't good
Giving or kind
Very easily left behind
She walked out the door
Leaving him to
Find that next whore
He stopped loving her
Straight up and away
Yes, he stopped loving
Her that very day
For him, I love you
Is so very easy to say
As he glanced into
Her eyes of grey
She lives fast in
Her tight blue jeans
Family and friends
Learned to enjoy her screams
Confusion began
To set in
Where did he end
And how does she begin
To move on towards
All the lonely tomorrows
In all their togethers
He couldnt quell her sorrows
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Some arty sketch colored or not, need a ref.
Deviants in Graphite
Send a photo of yourself to my inbox, particular wishes about style, background, size...
Size 24 x 32 cm is around 5000 points. Ask for further info.
   
Feeling kind of to unsure to grab a pencil. Therefore I am writing a lot of comments to other peoples or artists works. Which just takes me away from some bad tampering, of some wanna be clerics out there. It helps me over the daytime, to just hack something, some thoughts into the computer. Is it only an excuse, or do I want to call it work. Nevertheless, I am ironically a lot to my self. Surfing the artblog sometimes works out fine. Some of you guys seem to have same interests (what a word). Sure interests and future plans are needful. Even if I am feeling kind of shaky, wanna get a grip at some matter. Some days I got the impression, there are strange forces out there. But I won´t fall into some de-energized state anyways. Typing typing typing to fight the bad habits of people who are only without any flair for a life. And hoping to manifest some gap in or out of this society, for me anyways, as a artist.
Though I am not into doing my, mostly drawings, art perfectly and realistic anymore, I got some nice portraits done lately. Bela Lugosi is dead, see you!

Lawyers In Love by RedsterfishBlonde Crab by Redsterfish




How to get around that matter?
Some high pitched and truly hurting voice,
on the telephone, questioning my whole existence
or at least my worth for her socalled society.

The analysis of my values is like she calls it,
on the ground, of a jar that is half empty.
No, she said, absolutely no improving is in sight.
She´s absolutely in the position to tell me that?

The accusation runs that, I am destroying the
good middle-class values, and I am to push away
of anything and everything.
My development of life will only destruct a proper
life and the communication of the righteous.

She wants her privacy and will call the ministry
of inner belongs, if I won´t vanish from her surface.
Extinction of my personality and purge of the enviroment
is in her start to think about.

The past of my pathetic being around tells the story.
My unreasonable behaviour already made it clear,
this has to be punished and later exterminated.
Her swastica eyes are doing the rest.

The initiated, know what´s next.
No argumentation by the accused needed.
Because this will only lead to more difficulties
for their grey cerebral matter.

And once again, the socalled system of the only
possible life - form, will not be willing and able
to tollerate any individuals with negative moldings
like I have shown already.

Conscience of their´s will be calmed with doles.
The arrogant diction for outlaws will be strengthened,
which means their way, to tighten one´s belt.
A eye to eye dialogue is impossible in their position.

To send every disfunctional person packing is the motto.
There are plenty of tools to put that into practice.
Whether it´s my own fault or not, will not be the questioning.
There are principles to keep and values defendable.

A truly modern form of govenment will yet force that state
of ignoring and downgrading individual ideas.
The plan is already done perfect for a authoritarian and
knowing of what is really important society.

The waves of the purge will spin over and over.
Let´s drown all unneeded and not categorizable things.
The power is on the side of the rulers, the pyramid
is choking every creativity, yet deathening it.

Goodbey wonderful grey zombies
I really loved to see you stumbling on the streets
hello blackness of a long gone century again
peace and love in a watery hell forever









A true threat of the modern citizen of any land,
clerics making a life turn into a guey pot of pitch
their only work is driving people away from a life.

Winding their spiderweb around you,
telling you it´s to your own secure.
I can yet see the black slime dripping out of their mouths.

They wanna make you some stage below.
Like in the middle ages, they call the priest and possess you
with their dark might and a feeling of uselessness.

Their laws are chisseled in red marmor since the middle ages.
A very special caste to be on top, to be on their own.
Arrogant ignorants sitting on their fowl seats.

Waiting till time has gone by, retirement is better paid even.
They got the strong arm of the law, they´ll pull you out.
Or sit on your chest like a ghul in the night.

Make breathing harder, if you don´t work the way they think, you should.
Come to your house, break the door, torture you to sign the contract.
Bats to make the sky as dark a the ass of a cow.

Bugs on trees, waiting for their chance to fall on some body
suck blood till the end of their lives?
Glyphosat where are you?

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Hey guys, how´s it!

I am on DA now for a few years, quite happy with my kind of hidden artist state here, though it´s free. Sure there are a lot of us 'deviants' in some darker or not so much frequently visited spaces, sites, you know the real stuff is hard to find. I really like to refere to those huge 'premium member' artists who get like thousand comments for a shiny, colorful and technically perfect artwork. This site, I mean the whole DA blog monster, is driving larger or less large tentacles and a very different audience is around. Like there are those crowd like followers of a hype thing or a massively creative and somehow renowned as artists kind of guys. Don´t wanna deaden anyone, but I really like to hint to that 'button game' this specific website is providing for all of us users. Which sure plays a massive role for everyone there, do I have to mention favs or pv?
What I am basically trying to make clear is, a lot of amazing art is just drowning in that DA - cosmos. There is of course that charm, to find some unique, odd, rare art somewhere here, maybe that is what keeps me so close to this pale green background with picture - stuff on it. The other thing is, one can really meet funny, smart and off - hook guys round here. The mass surly is a bit standoffish and plain vanilla, I don´t care too much for them. I always try to have a propper comment for every piece of art, even very minimalistic or somehow childishly looking, though I really hate manga stuff ...do I? I myself took a chance in many rubriques of that big apprehension called 'ART', to which deviants around here inspired me a lot. I definitely enjoy the creativity of the thousands of artist there, and hope to spend as much time in the future, as I spend now and for over two years. Not only a different meaning of life I´ve experienced here, I am addicted to the stuff here, but it´s so much fun... hehe. The internet and the amazingly talented artists on blogs like this have already changed the whole art business and scenery, love that thought, those elite guys get lowered expectations in any way ...just think about.

Letter to douglasverden... also see here: comments.deviantart.com/1/6345…

Kind of regularly. I posted more than 2.5 k photos the last 4 years. But I´m on DA really every day, I´m surly addicted to this stuff here. I enjoy searching for art and commenting it. I think that one can get to know some artists is important... there are nice things possible, like colaborations or contests, just compilations.
Hehe had to think about my history here recently... Idk was into photoshop very much before I came here, and then, now I´m only doing photoshoots and drawings. I like the interaction between members and my art. It is surly difficult to get a appropriate amount of watchers or views, comments and stuff. It makes one think about what is pulling an audience ...sometimes to art in common. But you know the whole thing is really really interesting and dynamic I believe.
I am a schooled graphic designer and web publisher, started in 2003. I really liked the work with the adobe creative suite you know dreamweaver, photoshop, indesign all that. Somehow got sick of it later and only use photoshop and Canon Photo Professional for postprocessing for my shots. Somehow got into making pics really deep and don´t feel to have any time for digital work or manips, textworks... Lost the thread to it maybe, maybe sometimes I miss the comfy feeling when doing photoshop.
Hmmm the feel when I make analogue drawings is different, but I gives me more satisfaction in general. I feel more grounded, my life feels better if you know what I mean. Sure I got to make some exhibition sooner or later. Have to have time and thoughts about maybe co-workers... That´s all in the stars so far. Which doesn´t make me feel unsure. I´m kind of letting it happen. Don´t wanna force anything really.
So far... Thank you for being interested and I´m looking forward to hearing from you soon :) Maybe you want to talk about your life a bit ;)
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Bogey everywhere
try to talk to a black puppet in the dark
you won´t even see it

Is it talking to oneself in the following?
Shouting at a wall
Those concrete heads only are there

To do what?
Keep everything quiet
And their table is like a beshitten toilet

They are as lazy as a cap in the sewer
rusting away, waiting for the flood
to clog the drain

Blood red rain
on my shoulders
blisters on my back

Blood red rain
get licked by the big black cow
to make her even more fat?

Black stains at the trees
this culture is rotting
because of penetrant blockheads

Shred all clerics
they´re outdated
we´re here for the new thing

No insurance needed
that is provided by them
the fresh start is about

I am so glad

193 deviations
The hallway
on the doorway

A threat a sanction
to make me a holy man

Roly poly man
put on my fan

Too hot I cannot breath
anymore, anyhow

The multiple mixing desc
for nothing but a statement

A state for a statement
to be around

To peel the crust of a wound
of a quaterpounder

At burger king
let´s swing

Do the boogie woogie
dance to be honest

Show your innards
put them outwards

And get washed
get the sand out

Out of my eyes
let it flutter

Got the gutter
my kennedys are dead

Your the ape
I´m the hurdy gurdy man

Dance to the radio
have your private pancake

Shreds nothing but pets
flapping blackly down

You plead guilty
a whole thing to bear

No air
no breath

A lead orb at your spine
the cleric was a swine

A pig
that´s sick

Swine pest
a bird´s nest

A great big sports fest
and merits

Baker, merits baker
the plummer a rubber

Erase my kibosh
you mighty slut

Out of a nut
or a planet

Janet?
Drippin Down
Mining through for the fat chick :|
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Sylvia Plath
She looks kind of wicked here.
Used some book cover as ref.
Just took some graphite away
with different erasers, to work further
this time.
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Thanks for the watch :)
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Tubby Dummy Thanks for faving

Scary Book by leothefox Scratch on the Crystal by leothefox  
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Redsterfish Featured By Owner May 29, 2019  Professional General Artist
A naughty naughty pleasure for me ...those are amazing :screaming: Fangirl Scream Emote 
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leothefox Featured By Owner May 29, 2019   General Artist
:excited: Yay! So glad you think so, pal! Excited 
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:sun: THANKS FOR FAVING!!! :sun:
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