~purplepoppies
i doubt i'll submit anything new here.
it's mainly for watching, and maybe faving.
i figured a new account would inspire me to draw.
and it has~


SoteriaThey told me I would be dead by twenty. That’s okay; I don’t want to live my life counting sheep anyway. They tell me there is no god, and I accept the silence and the fact that I will never walk on the sky. I wake up every day at 4:09 am [the lights are always too bright] and they tell me every single time today’s the day, today’s the day you’re gonna die. The clock-radio is blinking at me furiously, yelling in my mother’s shrill voice to get up get up, today is the day! Every morning it’s the same. But today really is the day. It is two years before my use-by-date, but this stench has been following me.Soteria
How do you s


Creutzfeld-Jakob-Creutzfeld-Jakob
Nighttime, and clouds are fusing together in electric detonations.
Extinction has become a shadow in the rain, flanked by an entourage
of neon streaks and androgynous blurs, both sinking into the asphalt as silver spills across this schizophrenic sky like the Rorschach explosions in Her frontal lobe.
She says she can feel herself corroding
between the rivets of her bones - an evaporation of the mundane circuitry
that occupies the space amid her frame.
The faint scent of sabotaged conversations lace the gasoline fumes that cling


Teenage Angst for Beginners v1Teenage Angst for Beginners, v1Teenage Angst for Beginners v1
Here I [long verb], [long adjective for \"hidden\"] by my [emotion] I [emotional outburst]. [emotional outburst] for your [verb]ing [emotion]. I drink your [emotion] like the [drink] of [emotion].
My [emotion] is [negative verb] by your [weather phenomenon]. Your [weather phenomenon] of [emotion]. Such [emotion] is my [seasonal adjective] [vegetable]. The [vegetable] of [emotion].
How can I [emotion] you if you [form of dancing] over my heart? My [emotion] is [verb] by your [natural disaster]. Your [natural disaster] of [seas


in betweens -set of four-caloric thoughtin betweens -set of four-
somewhere between the intake, of calorie eight hundred and forty seven, and nine hundred twenty two, i had this un-categorized, salty thought.
but by the time i found a low carb pen, i digested it.
smoky pauses
in the midst of drags, of cancer's pen, and stained brown thought, lie the tales of merry organs.
and with a warning i cough, stories lost in smoky air.
ignition
winter gives me time to think, with periods of waiting for my auto t


a song about nothingshe grew to love the walking man who ate the flesh of gods but all the gods had long since died and so he starved to death she dug a grave inside her heart and laid his soul to rest she bandaged up her life and slowly walked off toward the westa song about nothing
it came to pass she ended up half way 'round the world the strangers posed no danger as they went about their day she ate their children when their busy backs were turned and when they deigned to chase her she went on her merry way
who wants to live forever-it always lasts too long the curse of immortality inspires nothing in a song &n
Thank you & I hope you enjoy
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Used your smoke brushes here: [link]
Thank you!
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Everybody needs a hobby, ours just happens to breathe.
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Be you because you are beautiful
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Somewhere beyond happiness and sadness
I need to calculate
What creates my own madness...
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Graphic artists are like painters, there are ones who will paint your walls and others that will paint the Mona Lisa, I am the later.
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Don't just sit there.... draw something!!
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