>let several months to a year pass
>return to deviantart
>feel peculiar mixture of nostalgia and shame
>holy shit people can change their names now what
>if anyone's still watching me, see you again in a year or so
Me Space CowboyCertain individuals refer to me by the nomenclature "the space cowboy"Me Space Cowboy by mngamojemo
and others prefer to adopt the appellation "the gangster of love".
In addition, there are those persons who dub me "Maurice"
due to my tendency to soliloquize regarding the pompitous of love.
I am a recent subject of much conjectural conversation, baby
which implies that I have been committing misdeeds against your person, committing misdeeds against your person.
Do not allow your cogitation to be perturbed by this, baby
do not allow your cogitation to be perturbed by this
For I am in this location, in this location, in this location where we mutually dwell.
This is due to the fact that I am a selective individual,
one who bares my teeth in displays of pleasure.
I am prone to passionate affairs of the heart,
and am one who engages in endeavors frowned upon by the religious orthodoxy.
I perform my rhythmic auditory displays in the light radiating from the star at the core of the Solar System.
I am a corporeal represe
AmusementAmusement by Citron-Lightbulb
Amusement is pretty young, about seven or eight. Her hair is in pigtails, with those kinds of rubber bands with clear plastic balls attached. Three of her teeth are wiggly and her jumper is black with a white top underneath. Her shoes are black patent leather Mary Janes, and her socks are white with lace.
She sits in the colorful classroom alone in her thoughts. The bright wallpaper and borders call to her as she stares with wide blue eyes. She can pretend she's a cherry or that a cherry princess can invite her to a picnic.
She's ripped out of her world when the teacher calls her name. "Amusement!" she yells. "Pay attention!"
To what? The wall?
She stares at her paper. The letter O is a very empty letter, she decides, and fills them up with her pencil. There aren't enough. So she fills in the semi-empty letters, the P's, the B's. Why don't the other kids k
Mnga mnga mngamo! Jemooooo! Mnga mnga mngamo!|
Current Age: 23, Current Residence: Anytown, USA, Print preference: I prefer that people purchase my prints, Favourite genre of music: Oldies but oldies, Favourite photographer: Man Ray, Favourite style of art: Wouldn't you like to know?, Operating System: Ubuntu, MP3 player of choice: '86 Jetta tape-deck, Shell of choice: Abalone, Wallpaper of choice: Detail from Hieronymus Bosch, Skin of choice: Albinos are sexy, Favourite cartoon character: Mystique, Harley Quinn, Personal Quote: I cannot and will not cut my morals to suit the fashion of the day. ---Lillian Hellman