

Wide Red BeltShe wears a wide red belt, designed to accentuate the hips she doesnt have, over an Eighties style black dress, the hula-hoop neckline showing half a shoulder of oakish skin adorned with strands of straightened hair. It drips from her awkwardly positioned head, a vision of mock coyness, splattered with a sickening amount of calculated mystery. Grabbing a low hanging branch, she keeps the angle of her neck and slowly thrusts her pelvis forward, inching her back closer to the ground - her skeletal figure poised to be penetrated by an imaginary tree-shaped penis for the sole pleasure of my camera lens.Wide Red Belt
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his mind lustsThe scattered man skips through everyday vitality and health, whilst cajoling intoxicants to aid grey cells seperate to black and white.his mind lusts
The scattered man tries to construct visual physical forms for the many models his mind projects infinitely around the space he sees.
The scattered man sings the glories of 1 and 0, true and false, there is no spectrum, no distance between, there is only truth and its sidecar confusion.
The scattered man deals in blue prints.


the bugs outside number 32The dustbin man was sat on the back door step of number 32, his back leant against the professionally installed gate. He sat in the manner that council workers are famed for amongst their social superiors; legs askew, with one raised onto the same platform that his rear was placed on, nonchalantly revealing the fat bulge that his paint speckled jeans worked so lazily to keep under wraps. Rolled up off-white sleeves revealed working man’s hairy arms, covered in dirt or tattoos or both, it was rather hard to tell what was bad ink and what was pretty mess. He was smoking a cigarette and contemplating.the bugs outside number 32
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how appropriate -you fight like a cow
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~The-Green-Carnations ~Sapphire-and-Steel ~The-Voc-Elite ~Kilinka
"I didn't ask to be Secretary of Balloon Doggies, the balloon doggies demanded it!"
Thank you again!
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~The-Green-Carnations ~Sapphire-and-Steel ~The-Voc-Elite ~Kilinka
"I didn't ask to be Secretary of Balloon Doggies, the balloon doggies demanded it!"
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"Either those curtains go or I do"
-Oscar Wilde, on his deathbed.
"Either this man is dead or my watch has stopped."
-Groucho Marx
roll on comic expo! i need to talk to you bout writing a new story yo
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how appropriate -you fight like a cow
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grrrz
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++Missing Days Of February: a webcomic++
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