I'm working on getting better pictures of some of my older art, and hopefully the foxes will be done soon, so...
Yeah.
Look out, dA!


Run, and Heed not the GrassIn the crystalline wastelands of space, there are regions into which no man is able to see. The scientists and philosophers have devised theories and formulated equations to explain the absence of their sight. During the morning, they present their ideas in journals, and over lunch they argue their validity. Nations and presidents hail them as learned men, but there are others who understand more truly what lies waiting in the darkness. Though they claim no revelation, and boast no superiority, the poets and the writers see entire worlds concealed in the muffling folds of space. &nRun, and Heed not the Grass
Cougar

WanderersWanderersWanderers
The proof of a cold day is in its loneliness In the chilly-damp bench with moss and curling dead leaves At its base Crab apples underfoot Sullen silver descends upon the empty football field With the trill warning of a construction truck echoing from Across over in the town The wind is my friend Because it also does not know where it is going
greetings!
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under cold grey skies.
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Schwing Schwing
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Gotta crush on a pretty pistol,
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
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Gotta crush on a pretty pistol,
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
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Gotta crush on a pretty pistol,
Should I tell her that I feel this way?
Hi!
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