I see no use in deviantart anymore.
I'll stop in now and again to favourite my favourite pieces of art. But nothing more shall be coming from me.
Later...


UntitledWhen I wake up, I don't know where I am.Untitled
The floor is made out of cracked stone, and it's cold on my bare feet. I realize that my bed is nothing more than a wooden board with straw and a sack on it suspended by chains to the solid cold wall. There is no exit to this room, and I feel as if I'm a prisoner. I know I am. But where am I?
I get up, deciding that it's worth it. My feet are frozen, and my body equally frozen. There does seem to be an exit afterall, however it is most inconveniently barred by a stone slab with a single nook to peer out of. I cannot see much outside, except for a cloaked figure who I assume t


The Bitch of Reality"If you can't be a doctor, what else would you be?"The Bitch of Reality
She asks as I sit in my armchair skmiming Biology notes. I pretend like I don't hear her. I don't want to have to look at the reality that I might not accomplish my lifelong dream. Unfortunately, reality is a cute pudgy faced little kid who I can never ignore even if I try. I clamp the book shut and say "Maybe a writer." I hear her make some sort of noise of understanding, and get back to it.
"What if you couldn't be that?" The reality continues saying.
I roll my eyes as I reluctantly shut the book and pry her away from a breakable vase on the bedside

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Weirdly strange. Oddly peculiar. Curiously bizarre. Where am I going with this? Absolutely no where. But as long as you have no where to go, why not try...
My gallery:[link] (You see how I did that, there?)
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Any problem on Earth can be solved with the careful application of high explosives. The trick is not to be around when they go off.
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When humanity begets too many fools nature always provides a Foolkiller.
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When humanity begets too many fools nature always provides a Foolkiller.
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The fear of blood tends to create fear for the flesh
-SILENT HILL
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