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Thursday, March 24, 2005
in the not so immortal words of some guy
right i added a pic of Raven from the Cartoon Network series... i deleted it from everywhere else cause i didn't exactly like how messed up that hand was and how i messed up her face right and it ended up being kinda leggy cause her costume looks a lot like shes wearing some kinda weird one piece bathing suit with sleeves... thats weird and the way she was standing probably didn't help stop the slightly whorish way she looks x.X at least in my opinion...
i'm rambling
right i've still got work to do on the painting.... i worked for hours on it tonight but now i'm tired and i need some sleep so i hope you've all bee having a stupenderous time while i've been avoiding the painting(along with forcing myself not to draw when i could be working on the painting). goodbye for now everybody
Fistful of Sand by Five Iron
"Up from the sands of the mighty Sahara comes
Our hero bold, who so its told
Is a lot like you and me
His passion burns
The world it turns
He fills his hand to fill the void
And fuels the constant feeling
Of nothingness inside his soul
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I dont want you
World that left me blind
Beneath the sands of the mighty Sahara lies
Buried treasure sunken deep
In darkened tombs where dead men sleep
Gold fills hands, or is it sand
The same that covers everything
Where cities stood, soon deserts found
Now sink beneath the swelling ground
This world is for the taking
This world is suffocating
Plastic bags of novacain
Some PCP to kill the pain
You build a tomb to store your rust
Moth-eaten piles of blowing dust
Under the sands of the mighty Sahara
Goes our hero bold, in search of gold
A casket for a dying world
Our hero stands with wealth in hand
The prize for his endeavors
The masses cheer, to hide thier fears
That no man lives forever
Feels like nothing ever did
Kills like nothing ever could
Dark and jaded world I hated
Everything I left behind
I don't need you, and I dont want you
World that left me blind"
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