i have a painting for you to see.


One Boy Plays the ViolinOne boy plays the violin, the other a flute, while the rest sing with their arms tucked between their legs. Polly is the only one not joining in. Perhaps the winter still mocks her in sullen strides. Oh but her face is one of a kind and must be hidden in my pocket. Slowly, the music curves around reaching a screeching pianissimo, toothache adagio. I throw a half dollar into the air. It too gets plucked from the cashmere clouds. My hand dives back behind my ear but it seems I got nothing in return. Polly moves a bit closer to the group her leg violently palpitating to the rhythms. Her enthusiasm hurls me into a trance until im writhing on theOne Boy Plays the Violin
A Tree
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Zelenka: What did you touch?
Scientist: Nothing!
Zelenka: Jeii, já s těma hercema nemůu dělat...
My wolf's gallery: [link]
Its so simple, funny... blah blah blah... I could go on saying why I liek it but yah...
*shutsup*
greetz ti
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dreamers scream. screamers dream.
I hope that the world treats you great
thank you
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guns are scary
greetz ti
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dreamers scream. screamers dream.
why don't i see you anywhere online ever?
it is shrimp.
ps- i think i am in like with your photographs.
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"The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common."--Emerson
[link] -- let me know what you think about my sales site. I'd love some feedback.
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Endless is my vow, under the azure sky, boundless autumn...
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