When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.

Artist's CommentsThere's angels in my nightmares, And Devils in my dreams, Every thing's a reality, Yet northing's what it seems, Scary faces painted black, Scattered on the bloody floors, Every thing's so dark around me.... I can't see but i want it more. Edit Seeing as i've said this a few times i might say it here, that this picture was based on the idea that something so innocent, starts to become corrupt as the poisons/toxins of the drugs flow through their body, then they become so dependent that the needle or whatever will eventually rule their life..........take another look at how you live... An old poem and old picture.......almost two years old ------ DONT STEAL! Size- A3 Watercolour pencils + pen + PS background fix ------ My photography account:- [link] Stock Account [link] |
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August 29, 2006
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
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These things make me what I am:
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
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Long you'll live and high you'll fly
Smiles you'll give and tears you'll cry
And all you touch and all you see
Is all your life will ever be
very cool
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~#*SPESSALSAMMY<3'sMARILYNMANSON*#~
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
you're so inspirational
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.The Bird of Hermes is my name. Eating my wings to make me tame.
Brutal.And.Plastic
Sometimes we walk like we were shot through our heads my love.
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