The Brick Hotel opened its doors just at the start of the summer season. The building took up half a block, was four stories tall, and built like an old Roman domus, four halls surrounding a splendid atrium. This atrium, however, was filled with machines, The Brick's main attraction, an entire steam-powered garden. The leaves were cut steel, the tulip petals polished silver, the roses a special gold alloy. The roots were buried beneath the soil, and snaked back to an underground control room, where nobs, dials, gears, and a host of tubing fed carefully measured amounts of steam into the plants, allowing them to bloom and close, gro
oh my it's been a while since i updated this journal, hasn't it? well, truth is dA, i've got a blogger account. i know, i know, and i'm sorry. the CSS is awesome, and i do love it, but i love blogger, too. and the fact is, there's a whole other crew of people out there who do blogger but not dA. i know! it's hard to believe that there is anyone else on the planet who does not have a dA account, but i swear to you on my yet-to-be-deceased-mother's as-yet-non-existant-grave, these people are out there. i'll still be updating my art, that's not likely to go away until i die, and of course March Madness is coming up, so i'll be updating here for
hello, i'm satan, and i'd like to talk to you about daily deviations. now, i'm all for recognition of a person's achievements, but what i'm saying is, do you have to let the person know? i mean, i'm all happy for yatsu that she made the dA front page --well, as happy as i can be, considering i am THE satan-- but yatsu herself has been jumping about like a school girl ever since she found out, and i am certain that this is much too happy for her. my goal in life --well, in existance, seeing as i suppose i'm not technically "alive"-- my goal in existance, my raison d'etre, as it were, is to make yatsu miserable. and you people? you people are n
just went a little further in your gallery, and I withdraw my statement. Your books aren't beautiful--They're crazy-amazing-awesome-gorgeous-drop-a-piano-on-my-head-as-a-violin-plays-mournfully fantastic!