

Man's Best FriendMans Best friend by MidnightMan's Best Friend
Mans best friend isnt the loyal furry friend
Resting at his feet but his right hand
For it is this hand that rubs sleep from his face
Drives him to work and motivates those around him
The right hand rules the left taking command of his writing and typing
This is the hand that rubs his lovers cheek
And dabbles in her juices till he says the wrong thing Then that is the hand that strokes him until his face reddens and the need is slackened somewhat
His right hand is what ends his day by pulling up the covers setting the


Love or Obsession?Is it love or obsession? Will I ever know?Love or Obsession?
Outside, is it ice, frozen water, or just snow?
Do I hold you in the fragments of my memory or as a delusion in my mind? No.
In my arms you are not, I do not hold you. You are my sweet dream. My last hope. The thought I cling to as I go...
Ace of 'Cide
Lyllionia
....call me pwease?...
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~C>x
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My mind has blown free from the casing of my skull/Spraying blood and brain matter that turns a technicolor hue/As it hits the plain white wall behind me/With a jerk i wake seeing beneath my folded arms/that had pillowed my head/and artistic creation.....
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sometimes it's only madness that makes us what we are -amadeus arkham-
I wish to thank you for your interest in my gallery I'm really glad you like my work, thank you so much and come again soon
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You like my work ?
Maby you would sugest a DD on one of my works
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GothManDave,
Yesterday upon the stair I met a man who wasn't there. He wasn't there again today. I wish that man would go away ~ Hughes Mearns (1875-1965)
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My mind has blown free from the casing of my skull/Spraying blood and brain matter that turns a technicolor hue/As it hits the plain white wall behind me/With a jerk i wake seeing beneath my folded arms/that had pillowed my head/and artistic creation.....
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"I am always doing things I can't do: that's how I get to do them." -Pablo Picasso
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My mind has blown free from the casing of my skull/Spraying blood and brain matter that turns a technicolor hue/As it hits the plain white wall behind me/With a jerk i wake seeing beneath my folded arms/that had pillowed my head/and artistic creation.....
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