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For four fortnights I have fled from my fortressForaging forests five footsteps in length
Fortitude found within forty ounce bottles
Flowing like flies from your face
From your face
And my neighborhood
It's been filled brim with black cats
And when I go driving they walk in my path all the time
Every time
First we were babies, we're birthing and dying
Then we were children, we're playing and crying
And then we're teenagers and smoking and fucking
But now we're all grown up and we're sadly sighing
And liking, mud larking, and licking our wounds
We've created by lusting and lying to ourselves and to others
- A Song Dedicated to the Memory of Stormy the Rabbit by AJJ
This thing took me seven hours. The entire time I was listening to AJJ.
Seriously, I'm just seeing how deathly thin I can get James until he literally can't stand.
My mother walked by while I was drawing this and thought he was holding a kitten over the balcony... how...?
Remember when James wasn't constantly five seconds away from death?
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Comments: 2
AussieRoadkill In reply to PrimeAegis [2017-09-28 03:34:13 +0000 UTC]
Not at all dark and sorta messed up
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