

fearas months have past uncertainty unravelled it's true self and no more wishes, held in heart have reached their destined end a shaman came was grey and wise and wore a doctor's coat he told a story old as the ancient days of sorrow and of circumstance and how they all would prayfear
and all words that he spoke to me they never reached me then but now that our life has ended white's been replaced with black I wish that I would have a day
the dusk has passed the dawn forgot the night lays you to rest


cancer Ias spirits, or a morning's mist thoughts hunt me here at night as I have left you there alone, alone in your last fight I cannot go where go where you have gone the living cannot pass but for a moment I would wishcancer I
that I could pass the Stix just for a second, for a day to let you know, what I miss
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photography steals part of one's soul
I'm souls collector
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Im so sorry coz...i just farted. ya kno i save the water i drink my own pee
My first ever news"laughing vs crying "(babies)[link]
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"Designers think everything done by someone else is awful, and that they could do it better themselves, which explains why I designed my own living room carpet, I suppose." - Chris Bangle
it means a lot to me
Aya
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..A teardrop is insignificant in a pool of water, but it can touch the soul as it runs down someones face..
~hungarian & ~digital artist
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Please,please buy my new book [link] featuring tattooed and pierced girls I have met through Myspace
You have a daring view in composition and a keen eye for contrast. You dare thinking out of the box and I respect that in an artist.
Keep it up!
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