My work is my soul. I feel that my blood has been thrown upon the floor for you to decide.
Make a picture, strike a pose but make art breathe with life. Let music be your guide to the dark verses of your demise.
I offer myself upon paper and from within the camera's eye. My soul in rewind, still pause and at play. My soul will entertain you and then welcome your soul to dance. There your soul will become mine as well.
Look upon this and feel the agony, feel the beauty of that which is the Spirit.
The dark faerie grows bored and then muses to herself within the night....till dawn shakes her and chases her underneath her covers to dream another creation. Enjoy!
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