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Wow. It's been so long since I updated this. Anyway, I feel so blessed that Deviantart is still around and that my ancient gallery is still intact. I hope I can dish out fresh artwork in the coming days to get my artistic blood boiling again.
Devious Journal Entry
State-of-the-art. That's how "he" (referring to a guy who doesn't need to be named INMHO, seeing as to how much he and his brethren put godly efforts to promote it) likes to call his toys. I'm talking about the linear accelerators, ct-scan machines, brachytherapy laser unit, portable x-ray and all the other newly-acquired gadgets he's keeping in his *ahem* "prestigious medical center. Don't get me wrong; these diagnostic babies are so convenient that, were they available 40, 50 years ago, people with diseases difficult to diagnose with the clinical eye can be managed efficiently and effectively...IF. Yes, 'If' these were available to every si
Hands Down-Dashboard Confessional
It's an old song but...hits straight home.
Breathe in for luck
Breathe in so deep
This air is blessed, you share with me
This night is wild, so calm and dul
These hearts, they race, from self-control
Your legs are smooth, as they graze mine
We're doing fine
We're doing nothing at all
My hopes are so high that your kiss might kill me
So won't you kill me?
So I die happy
My heart is yours to fill or burst,
to break or bury, or wear as jewelry
Whichever you prefer
The words are hushed, let's not get busted
Just lay entwined here, undiscovered
Safe in here from all the stupid questions
"Hey did you get some?"
Man that is so dum
Rusty Artistic Mind
Hmm... I'm ashamed to admit that I haven't really been exercising my penchant for the arts lately.
Hope I haven't forgotten how to draw...
Why Waiting Is (And Always Will Be) A Good Thing
I read this book a year ago, the title was "Wait", and the author was Russel Kelfer. It's actually a poem that somehow found its way into the information superhighway, spread by anonymous individuals who were inspired to share it with their friends (and perhaps, even with strangers). It wasn't long enough before Mr. Kelfer's wife knew about the 'good' her husband's poem was doing for people (she didn't know it was already on the internet). A certain woman called her and told her about it, and this woman asked if she could help Mrs. Kelfer publish the poem as a hard-bound piece with artwork to accompany the lines. Initially Mrs. Kelfer decline
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