hand... in pain...my bengay is missing...
So, this just kinda fell out of my brain. I wanted to draw D is something other than a military uniform... and then I painted a background.
So, this just kinda fell out of my brain. I wanted to draw D is something other than a military uniform... and then I painted a background.
Category All / All
Species Rabbit / Hare
Size 990 x 1280px
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Another morning in the city and another night I cant sleep.
I stand there looking out at the edge of this concrete graveyard, the buildings acting as tombstones, mocking the fools that call it home, letting them know that they are on borrowed time, we all are. I steady myself as I watch the smog filled sunrise and choke down another smoke and watch as the haze rises up and join its brethren in the smog, each time wondering if it might just be my soul instead.
I look down and there she is, just sitting there. I don't know who she is or what's her deal but for some reason she captivates my world weary eyes. I take another drag to steady my nerves but I cant help feel a chill running through me like a blade as I trace her porcelain curves and admire that stoic vigil of this city of the dead.
What's running through her head?
What is she waiting for?
Its not as much as she is watching the city, but more like the city is watching her in reverence, almost envious.
As my mind finally gathers enough will to turn away, I can't help but steal another glace at this concrete goddess of the dead city and that's when I notice that she is looking at me with that cold, lost gaze.
So there we are, a dead goddess and a sad voyeur of the dead...
...fuck it...you only die once. Maybe this morning is not so bad after all.
This is what poped into my head when I saw this pic. Its great hon and thanks for sharing it. I love it when something inspired my imagination ;)
-hugs
-=G=-
I stand there looking out at the edge of this concrete graveyard, the buildings acting as tombstones, mocking the fools that call it home, letting them know that they are on borrowed time, we all are. I steady myself as I watch the smog filled sunrise and choke down another smoke and watch as the haze rises up and join its brethren in the smog, each time wondering if it might just be my soul instead.
I look down and there she is, just sitting there. I don't know who she is or what's her deal but for some reason she captivates my world weary eyes. I take another drag to steady my nerves but I cant help feel a chill running through me like a blade as I trace her porcelain curves and admire that stoic vigil of this city of the dead.
What's running through her head?
What is she waiting for?
Its not as much as she is watching the city, but more like the city is watching her in reverence, almost envious.
As my mind finally gathers enough will to turn away, I can't help but steal another glace at this concrete goddess of the dead city and that's when I notice that she is looking at me with that cold, lost gaze.
So there we are, a dead goddess and a sad voyeur of the dead...
...fuck it...you only die once. Maybe this morning is not so bad after all.
This is what poped into my head when I saw this pic. Its great hon and thanks for sharing it. I love it when something inspired my imagination ;)
-hugs
-=G=-
d... i must apologize for my earlier comments. i was not myself. i have aspburgers... and adhd... sometimes i get triggered by things i see. i had a severe migrane yesterday, and it brought on hideous thoughts. so please... forgive me?
Also... i admire your work. this does bring a piece of story to my mind... but its best kept to myself.
Also... i admire your work. this does bring a piece of story to my mind... but its best kept to myself.
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