| Uhh yeah random shite. Things I like; things I aspire to. Things that make me go 'ee'. You know. The usual. |


Where we've been.Tell me where to go, where the sun graces the corners of an earthWhere we've been.
covered in wooden angels, the breath of life hiding in the folds of green;
And what a sky looks from above, the chirping and buzz of a mystery
so long gone unnoticed in the gentle blue, the deep vermilion of evening.
Where does the ocean meet its end? Where does the sky take its hand?
For where can our hearts burst with an infinite beauty; a yearning for what
we lost? I see birds of blue and birds of the mountains, res
| Uhh yeah random shite. Things I like; things I aspire to. Things that make me go 'ee'. You know. The usual. |
| I've been art-making for a total of four years now. I feel I have a lot to learn. There isn't much else to me, unless you count awareness of self-contradiction and hypocrisy, enjoying my life every step of the way, and maybe sitting on my ass too much. But, like every one of us, I'm still a child, and while the world and Mother Nature are young, I shall grow with them just as they grow. With growth comes an everlasting thirst and curiosity for knowledge, experience, and feeling. I believe the world is filled with so many wonderful things just waiting to be discovered and made something of, and I intend to find out for myself what they are. And maybe, just maybe, the love for existence will be reciprocated in amazing ways. I'm just here to see what will happen. |
amazing gallery!
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You'll Never Walk Alone
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"art is a selfish thing, all art has to be for the person who is doing it, it has to be something they are driven to do, and the fact that other people like it, it's a bonus" David Gilmour
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And I rise like a bird,
In the haze and the first rays touch the sky,
And the night winds die...
LOOOOK!
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I recall when our lives were unusual and electric, when we burned with something close to fire.
And mehh.
I BOUGHT BUNNY MUNRO TODAY.
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And I rise like a bird,
In the haze and the first rays touch the sky,
And the night winds die...
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