

Blood Rushmy legs meltBlood Rush
as his tongue laps up licking at the fire that burns beneath my skin
my body lacks form yet his fingers glide across the sticky surface of the sum of all my parts
there isn't a reason for him to stay here there isn't a reason for me to be sane
he senses my aura my body responsive shuts down my thoughts choosing blood over brain


Re-creatingI want to run to cut my hair short dye it blonde to pierce my nose tattoo some guy's name on my ass or a skull on my bicep to disappear into black boots and the night to deny my existence to cease to existRe-creating
I want to invent a girl from the rubble a phoenix to rise from the ashes cool, heartless tough as nails to walk back out of the sunset out of the shadows
and into your face
Thanks for the Fav! 'twas cool getting one on my first piece!!
Thanks!
Bill
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gimme time
-britt
Nice art, btw. ^_^
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'I'm sick and, I'm twisted, I'm broke and you can't fix me.' - River Below, Billy Talent
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nice works ^_^
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My Site:
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what i came here to say was that if u didnt already know... there is an internet art group consisting solely of winnipegers at
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or our forums
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their bandwidth has run out for the month cuz of the forum uploading but once september kicks in we're all good to go. Hope to see ya there
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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