here are a couple of drawings that i did the other week at work. i got too lazy to put them on the scanner.
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i got to do an (bang) awareness course through work today. was good fun. we got to play with dets and such. so of course we placed them in places like bottles with the lids on and used the lids as projectiles.
and here i was expecting an all theory approach
Now me, myself and I
Will just have to sit it out
There's nothing to be sure of
Cause my heart is full of doubt
Where I'm going, where I've been
Who I've loved and who I've lost
It was such a wicked high
But there's such a wicked cost
Maybe i have seen, hedonism extreme
It only takes a line
To make a nightmare from a dream
With every fear intensified
Every problem analysed
God and the devil
Through the same pair of eyes
http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/5/14/62145/42175/689411.jpg
http://suicidegirls.com/media/members/5/14/62145/42175/689412.jpg
i got to do an (bang) awareness course through work today. was good fun. we got to play with dets and such. so of course we placed them in places like bottles with the lids on and used the lids as projectiles.
and here i was expecting an all theory approach
Now me, myself and I
Will just have to sit it out
There's nothing to be sure of
Cause my heart is full of doubt
Where I'm going, where I've been
Who I've loved and who I've lost
It was such a wicked high
But there's such a wicked cost
Maybe i have seen, hedonism extreme
It only takes a line
To make a nightmare from a dream
With every fear intensified
Every problem analysed
God and the devil
Through the same pair of eyes
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same goes for my writing.. the closest thing i have to one of my stories is a poem i wrote for class last week that sucks a lot. It was part of an assignment in which we had to write about characters that already existed.
Paul and Jill
went up the hill
to escape their parents hollering
Paul squirmed around his too tight jeans
as Jill walked ahead of him
giggling as they approached the old well
Jill laid down a flannel blanket
and they sank into each others arms
Jill fell into the night
drowning in the down of grass
the way she tumbled
with Jack
but this time without any fancy crowns
only a pink bra bought at younkers on clearance
and a smile on his face
that told Jill
this time she would have more pleasure.