It's been FOREVER since I've updated my DA account--school has been busy and I haven't been drawing much.
More will be coming soon... just wanted to re-announce my existence.
- Amy


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Boots, ID, back seat of an SUV Theyre headed to that chichi club on the West End. Lord knows she could use a bit of salvation. Sissy steps out of the car and pulls out her cigarettes. My God, she breathes. Lane inhales the smoke emitted from her friends lips, Combs fingers through her hair, bangs. They make their way through the tangled bevy of Heels and hair spray.
A man givers her another drink; her head falls back In unheeding laughter, toned with the Pervading frivolity. A black mans hands are up Sissy&


CicadasCicadasCicadas
Cicadas sew a subtle summers din And flitter golden wings into the breeze. Boys breathe sunlight broken by the leaves And gather sweaty beads upon their chins. The rugged path leads rugged legs of men Above the brook and through the gaps in trees Where cicadas sing: "Fall on your knees-- The wilderness consumes all you have been."
Its her wide gaze that causes breath to catch Upon his lips; she strolls among the thatch And lives the thoughts hes sheltered all along.
Within her native hand, his heart is hatched With splendid


A Cold LightA Cold LightA Cold Light
A cold light washes out the fair, The grounds are drenched in dregs of snow; It rests upon her shimmring hair And gathers on the ferris wheel poles.
She stands expectant, feet in frost Where sandals show her cringing toes. The tickets sag with worthless cost The grounds are drenched in dregs of snow.
She waits before the carousel And wills mechanic blood to flow, And in her eyelids, snow flakes well They gather on the ferris wheel poles.
She haunts the carnival like a ghost. Tickets in hand; she can
Thanks for adding my WIP Fringe Characters to your Favorites I appreciate it
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my BSG is up too if u haven't seen...been DD!
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-David-
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"We are raised to honor all the wrong explorers and discoverers - thieves planting flags, murderers carrying crosses. Let us at last praise the colonizers of dreams."
-Peter S. Beagle
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L'ange est le musicien du silence de Dieu [Dominique Ponnau]
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Coming up with a siggy requires strenuous thinking an activity I'm not fond of... so, yes, I am too lazy to come up with one.
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