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| the work of an artist
sharp eyes peer out at the world analyze details and secrets blunt eyes brush past these things instead of tucking them away
quick fingers search for a vehicle of expression they happen on oil pastels and begin to unleash and develop ideas once trapped in the mind's eye they find their connection with the eyes and grey matter
a girl comes out of her trance she had lost herself in the paper reflecting her inner mind her unconscious thoughts had leaked out through the oils she steps back and sees the masterpiece for the first time
To Be Read With A Southern Accent
A storm's a-blowin' in I kin feel the tenshun Everythang's a-holdin' its breth The trees ur blowin' all stiff-like The grass is shivern' wiald An so'm I Will it kum? Will it pass us bye? Will we drown in a flud? Blow away in a tornada? Nawsir-- naw't this time The sun's a-peekin' out Nex thang I no I'm a-sheeldin' my eyes An them dark pow'ful clowds Ur leevin' me behine to stan in the yard Blinkin' at the dang unprediktable wether I tell my wavin' corn And my blud hownd Ol' Red Yessir-- wer safe fer now
-Yay! |
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| Hrmmmm.... I have no wise words... that's why I never say anything anymore haha...
I need to stop missing school.....
cough cough...
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| Well what can I say... Prom was AMAZING!!! that plus an AMAZING JSB made for a pretty much perfect night.... followed by made-from-scratch waffles thanks to Chef Mike ... So here's a sample of the amazingness:






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