Maybe it's all of them.
It's looking at me, yet looking away.
The light is diffused, shadowing chaos from no cardinal direction.
There's a lack of alignment in the face. Two faces.
I'm untrained in art, yet know a simple cross could help adjust it all. So why do I keep doing...this?
It's looking at me, yet looking away.
The light is diffused, shadowing chaos from no cardinal direction.
There's a lack of alignment in the face. Two faces.
I'm untrained in art, yet know a simple cross could help adjust it all. So why do I keep doing...this?
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What do you want?
Nothing. You're a drydocked battleship Mr. Fox, listing in a lagoon, rusting in the rain of typhoons. Old, guns gone silent, a ghost. Just exist, I guess. True death shouldn't be your sentence, not yet, though you will never know what it is to live as you were again. So-
Yeah.
Nothing. You're a drydocked battleship Mr. Fox, listing in a lagoon, rusting in the rain of typhoons. Old, guns gone silent, a ghost. Just exist, I guess. True death shouldn't be your sentence, not yet, though you will never know what it is to live as you were again. So-
Yeah.
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