yes, so, in the book of my poetry i am getting published i am including this one [link] which i made out of a conversation with you and so i would like to ask your permission to use it since some of the words are yours and if i do use it i will certainly give you credit as co-author.
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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A Druid is a Seeker of Truth: In all places In all times, In all ways. As a Sacred Oak is true: In its roots that reach deep into the Earth, In its trunk that spans the Worlds, In its branches that stretch to the Sky, So is a Druid true
Sometimes, when I feel infinite, I drink soda, because it hurts my teeth, and teaches me, if I'm finite, the universe has to be, and the only infinite has to be somewhere, and there can be only one, but that whole thing kind of makes me sad, because the soda doesn't actually speak to me, I was actually speaking to myself, or was the universe speaking to me? If a walrus speaks to you, then I guess the universe does talk
We want to know what love means to you!
Get your creative juices flowing and design a movie poster for "Paper Heart" that focuses on the theme "What Does Love Mean to Me?".
The butter legion- a socialist movement/mass colab project I started, to trigger artistic change and evolution in Da artists (mainly my watchers), to make them more active and dedicated on DA. Now 170 people strong and growing... A "dangerous cult"? a "new religion"? "artistic version of fight club" or "communist movement"? You decide!
When it comes to community spirit, `Rushy is a shining example. From participating in devmeets, to providing positive encouragement to other artists, `Rushy can always be found demonstrating what it really takes to be a true deviant. It's without any hesitation that we are delighted to award the Deviousness Award for July 2009 to `RushyRead More
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze