

A Portrait of the ArtistHomeless man contemplator of clay you took a stick and beat the slab until it conformed to your shape made and egg brick by brick of earth glazed in verdigris and rust pygmalion like you prayed to give it life I hated it though and you blamed me when it exploded and all you found was dust for a time we drank together wine and listened as I tried to build a ladder of broken chairs To climb out of this place Knowing it was time you would not follow Afraid to leave You took up mud and squishing it In your handA Portrait of the Artist
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Yeah, yeah, I know. Y'all WISH you were this awesome.
It would make Evilspleen very happy.
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Watch ~Evilspleen~wolfgirlami~Damoh or the terrorists win.
You don't want the terrorists to win, do you?
Do You?
たらいの楽しみ
that's so cool!
:hearts:
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Bela Lugosi's Dead
.~*~.Creature Of The Night.~*~.
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