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.A new little life. A new little life coming into the world

Isn't it exciting, strange and new?

It's the beginning of something wonderful

Something to cherish, and keep with you always

Something so precious

You'd give your life

Just to protect them

Something so dear, and calm and kind

Something to watch over, teach and love

To be a fine citizen, a credit to their parents

And fill the world with light, love, laughter and everything in between

A new little life, a little baby, sent from God to you

For life, for love, forever.
.Candles and Mirrors. Tobey was stretched across the bed, one hand propping his head up, elbow resting against the pillows. It was late into the night. But neither he, nor Rick were sleeping. Both were piled onto Tobey's bed, the light of a few candles illuminating the room. The light flickered faintly, and Tobey glanced up at Rick for a moment, a brow arching slightly. “Do you think they are going to get this power cut sorted out before morning?” he asked sceptically. Rick shrugged, and then snorted faintly, “Probably not, this place is bloody useless. Remind me to never let you pick the hotel again.” Rick grumbled. Tobey smirked slightly and
.The Escape. The almost silent hall way was empty save for the person that had been making the only noise around to be heard. A lone guard was propped in his chair, situated outside the heavily bolted door at the end of the dank corridor. Drool hung from one corner of his mouth, a loaded rifle was resting
carelessly against one shoulder, his head leaning against the wall, and he was snoring softly. He
was all on his own tonight, all the other guards seem to have almost mysteriously called in sick,
or had been sent to other sectors of the lab. He didn't care so much anyway, he liked being on his
own, he had no family to call his own, so he was kind
.Not So Queer As Folk.  “Fag..” “Queer!”  I could heard the words muttered with scorn under the breath of the other students as I made my way down the hall. Book bag slung over one shoulder, blonde haired head bowed slightly. It was like this everyday, always the same jeers, the pushes, the looks of disgust from the jocks, and almost every other male in the whole damn year. I just haunching my shoulders and kept on walking, my eyes trained on my shoes as I walked.

I was trying to block it all out, act like I didn't care, but their taunts and malicious words struck something deeper inside me than I'd like to have admit. A sigh escaped partially

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:iconjindevilkazama:
She was a January girl, she never let on how insane it was,
In that tiny kind of scary house,
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods...
By the woods, by the woods, by the woods, by the woods... - Tori Amos - Black Dove.

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I was listening to the Tori Amos song, Black Dove, and this image popped up in my mind. This isn't exactly how I pictured it, but it's damn, damn close! :D

Either way, I kinda like this.
Enjoy, folks. =)

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Mood: Love *Morphine-Cloud Feb 14, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
Very beautiful..... everything is so perfect.... :clap:

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Despair is the source of all life
Self-destruction the only way

I choose death to live !

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~JinDevilKazama Feb 14, 2009
Thanks so much! :dance:

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The poet is a liar who always tells the truth

When the World ends, collect your things. You're coming with me..

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*Morphine-Cloud Feb 15, 2009  Hobbyist General Artist
You're welcome.... :rose:

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Despair is the source of all life
Self-destruction the only way

I choose death to live !

Dark Fortress


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~soulkyrie May 4, 2008   Digital Artist
This is very cool..:)..Very eerie indeed..I like this..:D..

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Its an artist thing. You know...that "thing"
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~JinDevilKazama May 4, 2008
Well thanks so much! :love: I'm glad you think so. :)

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The poet is a liar who always tells the truth

When the World ends, collect your things. You're coming with me..

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~soulkyrie May 4, 2008   Digital Artist
hehe..Ur welcome..:)

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Its an artist thing. You know...that "thing"
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~JinDevilKazama May 5, 2008
Appreciate it. :)

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The poet is a liar who always tells the truth

When the World ends, collect your things. You're coming with me..

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*wb-skinner Jan 8, 2008
interesting work :nod:
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~JinDevilKazama Jan 9, 2008
Thank you. =)

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The poet is a liar who always tells the truth

When the World ends, collect your things. You're coming with me..

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*wb-skinner Jan 9, 2008
most welcome!
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