vainforsworn

So I sit here thinking, wondering what I should do, maybe to place pencil to paper or brush to canvas. Perhaps I should have my fingers dance across my keyboard and pray something interesting comes out of it. So I sit, I debate, I wonder, and nothing gets done. the sketches forgotten until I happen to glance that way. The cards tossed on the desk....
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So many walls stand before me, tall, wide, and all around. It is made of steel and stone, built by my own hands to block my view and way. Such things are done when one wishes to forget, wishes to avoid, or wishes to seal away a part of themselves out of fear or regret. The walls have chains that dangle down, chains that bind...
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I am a writer, artist, cook, and violently psychotic hermit that enjoys a number of different things. Blades are my weapon and toys of choice, however a well placed finger or claw does happen to get the job done when in a pinch.

For a long time I was a beast that had lost my way, dancing in a dream that could never be real....
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