geargrinder

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.

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

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