my lust breaks our trust;
this wretched body makes demands.
the pathetic blunderbuss...
shallow breathing and remorse--
yes, of course, it is all cussed.
It's just flowing...
Flowing and flowing
Flowing, flowing, flowing
Frozen at the feet of humble giants of rock
Giants whose breathing brings everything to a standstill...
It’s really no secret -- anthro and furry art is my favorite type of art. You can see that from the art I create to the groups I’m a part of. But why? What is it about anthro art that’s so amazing?
I've wanted to write this out for a while, just to kind of get all my thoughts out there. Not everyone 'gets' furry art; some people even think anthropomorphic art is deviant and dark. But the truth is, for most of us, there are much different reasons for our love of furry art.
I think the biggest and most obvious reason is, I love animals. No matter who you are or where you live, animals are probably a part of your life i
A frail young girl sits in the middle of a meadow, her long black hair soaked from the down poor of rain. Her once lively eyes now deep, dark, and empty of life and any emotion. Her porcelain face drained of color, and as blank as a clear white paper. Surrounding her, a pool of crimson blood thickening as rivers of the warmed liquid flowed from her slit wrist. Laughter filled the air as a group of teens walked away from the meadow, the same teens responsible for the girl’s current state. They had manipulated her, promised her friendship and companionship and a game they could all play together. Instead of befriending the young girl, onc
It's tearing at ever inch of me, it's no longer on a physical level and not even a mental level.....no oh no no no it tears at a spiritual level, every fiber in my body, every feeling, every thought, just everything about my being begins to ache, begins to burn, and the pair rips at any control I might have. This pain begins to break me down begins to dissect every tiny thing that may cause me any sort of agony, and once it has me down past the point of no return...it will throw me away, into the deep dark hole that will become my prison cell, will I be able to escape, will I be able to force my self, will myself to climb out of that deep dee
I sail on but foot and staff through the hailstorm, blizzard of bullets unforgivable, wrapped in uncountable bandages bondage, hobbling and broken, always narrowly avoiding death by cold and killers stray shots. Have to warn someone, warn them about the prophetic dream that occurred, the one they gave me a warning for daring to have, left me all broken up, bandaged like this…
II
The dream of the combat triangle ships, assailing the neon and light tower, the city, corporate sky scraper, where the syndicate and holy men had walled themselves within, something important, relating to an artifact, the man at the harbor, l
I am afraid to say that my reasons for staying here and leaving in far the less are simply due to so many of the times I found myself out, about when I returned no matter how much I had escaped, had my fun, my joys, back here I would be greeted with some manner of disappointment, revelation I did not want to hear, when I was planning to enjoy the spoils of what I had returned with.
II
Why do people always say that what is on the inside that counts? When a pretty face is worth the price of entry and that’s what everybody just sees first, don’t call a puddle deep because it’s just not most of the time. Whats
I believe I have stumbled upon yet another plothole, inconsistency and error, one which shall require fixture. I once gave statement as far as I recall, the red tsar knights are white knights that could be not, yet they are seen living among the times where the white knight was not yet the white knight as of yet. How can this be you say? The red men hail from the future, tired of being hunted as abstraction by the future white knights they devised a plot unknown to them…
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They would lay low, among themselves disappear and constructed, under the eyes of the enemy a machine of their own, for Gods do not see all and retu