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neurobacter
Mouse Painting
I was wondering what i can acheive by painting on photoshop with just mouse, instead of professional drawing tablet. And here it is. Some very rough lines with many irregularities. You can possibly tell from his crooked hair that this is definitely not drawn with tablet. :p Anyway, took about 1 hour to draw this with no reference at all. Just a random guy. Comments are welcomed.

aside from that..
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zee fairy milliners d80, summer 2008. puget sound click image for larger version



lanai
midnight
borrowed www.flickr.com(wiretap studios) Midnight The stars bright Eyes see it wild Sparkling in the sky Midnight The quiet alleys The streets in villages The life breathlessly silence The way of the village folks Midnight in the cities The inner crowds come alive Beauty parade hunky guys Pimps, robbers, thieves and conmen Ready for the roll The blast of music In the nightclubs the partygoers huddle Hugging, kissing, molesting in the darkness You think there are laws to restrict them Nothing will deter the amorous hands Midnight The owls hooting loud Carrying its sound into the silence Where politicians and students plans and strategize What’s next for tomorrow? Midnight The danger creeps into life The dark shadows walk Silently whisper caressing flow It never takes no for an answer Midnight The susurrus whisper call The names remembered The Lord says It is time to go home

JustInCaseWhat?
Illogical Arguments
My arguments stand up purely in my own head. Expressed outwardly and they would collapse in a heap. A very pleasant, well-meaning heap. But, all the same, still just a heap. So don't bother enquiring as to what my opinion is on any important issue. I will either tell you I don't have one or I will hastily become a fountain of nonsense. And you will wish you'd never asked. Love always, Rachel

AbbyNormal
to kill a duck
In the early morning hours, I packed for the duck hunting trip. A week out in the swamps. I didn't want to go, but back when I'd told him I would go duck hunting in the swamps with him for a week, I figured that I would come up with a way out of it by now. Yet here I was, dressed in camo and getting ready for a week in the bog. I still held out that I would find a way out of this as I packed. And I did. I woke up and realized it was all a dream and I didn't have to go duck hunting for a week in the swamp after all. Thank God. Duck hunting? Swamp? WTF?