Frank - Part 1 The concrete is cold on my nude head. The stink of rotting death engulfs me, penetrates me, deteriorates me. I feel almost suffocated by this intense heat and humidity. My body is cold and wet, covered in what I presume to be sweat. I see nothing. The darkness consumes me. My eyes, slimy in their comfy bowls of bone and flesh, irritate me. They are on fire. I want to rip them out, to crush them, to eat them. I can hear it. My eyes are screaming at me. They are unused. Unnecessary. A useless appendix. The silence is loud. White noise fills my brain, making the very process of thinking nearly impossible. I hear nothing. The silence comforts me.
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If you can't express yourself artistically each and every day, perhaps art isn't really your thing.
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vbu
Exquisite Corpse Group
girls-girls-girls
My dad is/was a 2d animator (is now a 3d animator) and has been teaching me some basic stuff, starting with lipsync.
here's my first one: [link]
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I have no eyes!