pero..
es solo un pretexto para salir a emborracharse y practicar el consumismo o el pretexto que tiene nuestra conciencia para ponerse a evaluarse y pensar en el largo plazo y sus planes
ambas cosas pueden suceder en cualquier momento.
dejando a un lado este modus en que suelo ponerme por las noche. aun estoy viva, sobrevivi 5nto semestre y viene otro que parece estar lleno de trabajo pero tambien de retos y parece que sera interesante y disfrutable. entre a clases de karate, tengo una (otra?) oportunidad laboral, me traume y aun estoy traumada con un videojuego mmorpg. y mi existencia se divide entre las metas, los recuerdos, las esperanzas, el eterno dialogo mental, la lectura, la escritura ,la escuela, el videojuego, el dibujo, el internet, las peliculas, el karate, las ocacionales salidas por alli y esos momentos en que juego con amarilla y oyuki.
y para remover algo de polvo, un tag:
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Primeras 10 personas que comenten aqui les hago un sketch, con la condición que hagan lo mismo en su journal... Ahi van las reglas:
1. No dibujo nada hasta que vea esto en sus journals.
2. Incluye en tu comentario tu peticion, una imagen de referencia, descripción o algo por el estilo.
3. Un solo personaje por persona.
Diviertanse! comiencen el año rayando!!!
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Yellows!... Happy new year, xmas, kwanzaa... etc... I've got tagged! The first 10 people to comment here will get a lousy sketch from lousy meh, but in return you ought'a do the same on your journal, no cheatin!! The rules R:
01 - I will NOT draw your request until I see this in your journal.
02 - In your comment, include a link to a reference picture of the character you want me to draw. Or write me a description.
03 - Only one character per person.
Have fun!! Begin this year with lotta drawin










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Sleep, those little slices of Death, how I loathe them. ~Edgar Allen Poe
My Art Account: [link]
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Por ahi nos estaremos mirujenaod en la escuela y porfa despues me enseñas a dibujar asi, por que la verdad sea dicha eres buenisima dibujando, sobre todo Felinos (gut gut *mueca con los dedos de aprovacion)
atte: ChioObereniC
R of the DGNRAT
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Estamos lokos de atar somo trovadores k en tu ciudad, damos pinceladas de kolor a tu gris realidad
Gabriel.
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Todo ser cree ser todo, pero el todo es nada.
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Un kaballero gato jura ternura, Su korazon solo konoce la bondad,
Sus garras defienden a los k ama, Su fuerza sostiene al kaido,
Su palabra solo dice sinseridad
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Estamos lokos de atar somo trovadores k en tu ciudad, damos pinceladas de kolor a tu gris realidad
Parte I: Tierras Blancas de Empática
The end.
The songwriter's dead.
The blade fell upon him
Taking him to the white lands
Of Empathica
Of Innocence
Empathica
Innocence
Parte II: Hogar
The dreamer and the wine
Poet without a rhyme
A widowed writer torn apart by chains of hell
One last perfect verse
Is still the same old song
Oh Christ how I hate what I have become
Take me home
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
My home was there and then
Those meadows of heaven
Adventure-filled days
One with every smiling face
Please, no more words
Thoughts from a severed head
No more praise
Tell me once my heart goes right
Take me home
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Parte III: El Pacifico
Sparkle my scenery
With turquoise waterfall
With beauty underneath
The Ever Free
Tuck me in beneath the blue
Beneath the pain, beneath the rain
Goodnight kiss for a child in time
Swaying blade my lullaby
On the shore we sat and hoped
Under the same pale moon
Whose guiding light chose you
Chose you all
I'm afraid. I'm so afraid.
Being raped again, and again, and again.
I know I will die alone.
But loved.
You live long enough to hear the sound of guns,
long enough to find yourself screaming every night,
long enough to see your friends betray you.
For years I've been strapped unto this altar.
Now I only have 3 minutes and counting.
I just wish the tide would catch me first and give me a death I always longed for.
Parte IV: Juego de Pasión Oscura
Second robber to the right of Christ
Cut in half - infanticide
The world will rejoice today
As the crows feast on the rotting poet
Everyone must bury their own
No pack to bury the heart of stone
Now he's home in hell, serves him well
Slain by the bell, tolling for his farewell
The morning dawned upon his altar
Remains of the dark passion play
Performed by his friends without shame
Spitting on his grave as they came
Get away, run away, fly away
Lead me astray to dreamer's hideaway
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
Forgive me
I have but two faces
One for the world
One for God
Save me
I cannot cry 'cause the shoulder cries more
I cannot die, I, a whore for the cold world
"Today, in the year of our Lord 2005,
Tuomas was called from the cares of the world.
He stopped crying at the end of each beautiful day.
The music he wrote had too long been without silence.
He was found naked and dead,
With a smile in his face, a pen and 1000 pages of erased text.
Save me
Parte V: Madre y Padre
Be still, my son
You're home
Oh when did you become so cold?
The blade will keep on descending
All you need is to feel my love
Search for beauty, find your shore
Try to save them all, bleed no more
You have such oceans within
In the end
I will always love you
The beginning
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But love can make us weak and make us strong,
and before too very long
I was totally in love with you
I bathed in you
Lost in you, captivated by you
Amazed by you, dazed by you...
que padre galeria tienes que increible !!! yo tambien soy de guadalajara y tengo 16 años
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Dios no creo la maldad, la maldad es solo la ausencia de dios, sabias palabaras de uno de los mas grandes genios en la historia y que harian reflexionar a mas de uno.
ATT:ALBERT EINSTEIN.
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El espectador le da el significada a cada pieza de arte. Mientras el artista yace marihuano rascandose las bolas
Revolución sobre nosotros mismos!!!
Fausto Paz
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