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This Moment, Till NextStaring blankly, a thousand thoughts run through my head. I'm trying to process what I've just heard, but so much so that I'm even trying to work out if it's actually what I heard at all. How does something like this happen? More to the point, how does something like this go so totally unnoticed until just now? I don't know all the specifics, the news is as per usual very bleak in it's saying exactly why and not just what, and any facts are questionable in the area of truth anyway. Riots and anarchy are the predicted immediate outcome. People panic when they know things like this. If no one knew, then life would go on as norThis Moment, Till Next


Hours Past Midnight.Clarity.Hours Past Midnight.
Eyes open; lungs open, filling with air. Everything awake, bleeding from the chest and mouth.
Alert. Tired. Frustrated. Lingering memories lost in adrenaline.
Distressed concern bathing in paranoia. Exhale; confusion, exhale.
Head down; heavy breathing, racing heart. Eternity. Moments. Loss.
Exhale; sinking timelessly.
Release.
Does it all work out in the end?


A Question of Love"Dan?" "Hmm.. Yeah?" "D'you love me?" "Um.. Nah." "Are you sure? How d'you know?" "Well.. Um, I guess I'd not thought about it 'till you asked just now; I figure if I did I'd've thought about it already." "Oh.. Well, d'you think you'll ever love me?" "I dunno, maybe.." "Will you let me know?" "Sure." "How?" "You'll know." "I suppose I love you then, 'cause I already thought about it." "Mmm, I'm hungry. Want dinner?"A Question of Love
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"Louis, you've known Daniel for ever, right?"  


Impossible as You AreStanding in the doorway of a room I don't recognise though know surprisingly well, I run over the two options, my two options, in my head. In the room you sit on a couch. There's little going on in the room and with a quick scan of it's scenery you and the couch are quite literally it's only feature. I've been in this room for so long. There's no temperature, and if it has a smell I've long become accustomed to it. The couch is nothing special but it's not the center point of the room. You are. There's nothing about you I don't know, not in the immediate in any case. There is only the odd experience you had before I met youImpossible as You Are
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| Let's see, I've lived in Australia my whole life. I finished school last year and since then have started work in the hospitality industry. I'm doing a Cert III in Hospitality through work, which is a nice little bar-tending job at a local Italian restaurant. I've been drawing for as long as I can remember at least, I enjoy both the process and stepping back to look at something finished, even if that's not often. I've tried a bunch of different styles and mediums, none of which have made it onto dA, though I always come back to drawing with a pencil and colouring in Photoshop. I previously aspired to being a Tattooist, though that died when I realized I enjoy drawing clothes a lot more. My current aspiration is Alternative Fashion Design, though generally speaking anything in Illustration/design would suit me fine. As soon as I get a small folio of tattoo designs I'd be quite happy to take commissions. |
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You know you're in love when you can't fall asleep because reality is finally better than your dreams. ~Dr. Seuss
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"De golpe que não fere em medo vives, e o que não perdes é mister que o chores." (Fausto, de Goethe).
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"Society must set the artist free to follow his visions wherever they may take him" - John F. Kennedy-
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