T-shirts and flowers (oh and some things I wrote when I was half-asleep)
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Sep 17 2012
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So, I got my BZPower T-shirt in the mail today-loving the design.
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Oh, should I explain the entry title? Well, we've started using Adobe Illustrator in a class I'm taking, so I had some fun with it. Linky!
Lighter version
Life gets colder
the fire burns
the head once lifted
now slowly turns
those bleak eyes stare
at things once there
within its realm
Bleeding
dark
Feeding cold
Those bloody hands
those baleful eyes
those shaking lands
destined to rise
and in the dark
I cannot see
they are coming-
coming to me
What bloody hands have wrought again
what baleful eyes have come to send
Slowly creeping
white death lies
sunning slowly
Sacrifice
tasting streams
Killing dreams
feeding again
wounds don’t mend
Claiming sleep
hard to keep
The Whiteness
Away
weep for life
weep long for them
My sorrowful son, weeping again
Weep for the wings slashed by the knife
weep for the firewolf doomed to die
weep for the blind, my sorrowful son
doubt permeates
many things
Getting late
Phone won’t ring
The sad wretch cries
The carpet sobs
The window screams
the gunshot, long
That dead, blank stare
Those vacuous eyes
You wanted to run-
So I’ll make you hide
Your cheerful grin
Hiding all these lies
Hammering beat
Until I die
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Oh, should I explain the entry title? Well, we've started using Adobe Illustrator in a class I'm taking, so I had some fun with it. Linky!
Lighter version
Life gets colder
the fire burns
the head once lifted
now slowly turns
those bleak eyes stare
at things once there
within its realm
Bleeding
dark
Feeding cold
Those bloody hands
those baleful eyes
those shaking lands
destined to rise
and in the dark
I cannot see
they are coming-
coming to me
What bloody hands have wrought again
what baleful eyes have come to send
Slowly creeping
white death lies
sunning slowly
Sacrifice
tasting streams
Killing dreams
feeding again
wounds don’t mend
Claiming sleep
hard to keep
The Whiteness
Away
weep for life
weep long for them
My sorrowful son, weeping again
Weep for the wings slashed by the knife
weep for the firewolf doomed to die
weep for the blind, my sorrowful son
doubt permeates
many things
Getting late
Phone won’t ring
The sad wretch cries
The carpet sobs
The window screams
the gunshot, long
That dead, blank stare
Those vacuous eyes
You wanted to run-
So I’ll make you hide
Your cheerful grin
Hiding all these lies
Hammering beat
Until I die







