she was the daughter of a businessman. he was the son of the devil. she was only eleven. he was four hundred twenty-three. she was a human. he was a vampire. |
she was the daughter of a businessman. he was the son of the devil. she was only eleven. he was four hundred twenty-three. she was a human. he was a vampire. |


Dear Mr Ofthefunk,This is a poem about trees. They're big and tall and covered in leaves. Lovely and strong, with branches a-fluster. And now we'll turn it into a poem about Buster! Because trees and Buster are related, you see- For trees are lumber, and a lumberjack is thee. Though your name isn't Jack, So what the fack. This is a sad attempt to spread some cheer, Since you aren't doing so well, I hear. Though if you still feel like crap, After reading this impromptu rap, Then I think I've failed my job, And I'll have to run into a mob, Of bloodthirsty, brain-hungry zombies, &Dear Mr Ofthefunk,


the storyteller, part 2If there's one thing I have to say about Alice Beckett, it is that she's a rat.the storyteller, part 2
Upon seeing the painting given to me by the French street performers, she had casually remarked on its fantastical beauty before wandering out of our room. At the time, I thought nothing of it. Looking back, I realize that perhaps I should have employed Aaron, my favourite older brother, to teach her a thing or two about respect.
Five minutes after Alice's short visit, my father had hollered my name from the parlour.
I heard Alice snickering from the twins' room as I reluctantly headed for the stairs.
Bobby Becke
an ode to the slaughterfish, and a bottle of refined moon sugar. |
Thank you so much for your support on my art!
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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Augusten, do you struggle for the words?
does the right way to put it sometimes hurt?
Augusten, are you just like me?
does your hurt fade as you write out your history?
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Veni, vidi, velcro. / I came, I saw, I stuck around.
Feel free to visit my "Where is it?" journal series!!! [link]
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"Once we accept out limits we go beyond them"
-Brenden Francis
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Chaos does not punish evil, or reward righteousness.
Nothing is true; everything is permitted.
Time flies like arrows; fruit flies like bananas.
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