

Ha ha haOnce upon a time there was a king He was strong and brave His praises I must sing For he tended and gave All that he could to the good Of the people he loved so much And thus in poor measure stood Of his peers who couldnt do such A good deed and so they planned To kill the king and his son They called Iriam of the iron hand His confidence was easily won He was the strongest of them all And was the bravest of them too He was to look after the fall Of the king and his retinue The king was informed of this plan Through the numerous spies hHa ha ha


and i'll be the painter.your skin is feather white, and i imagine littering your face with half-moon marks; i imagine the noises you'd make, like a chalkboard, darling,and i'll be the painter.
and i'm going to be the nails. your screams will be thunder, a train screeching to a stop. i imagine your eyes
are full of our dreams, and i'll bring the nightmares to the surface; your skin is feather-white, darling. you are a canvas waiting
to be drenched i
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Hello, I'm Signature. Nice to meet you.
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~BlackShadow91
founder of *Master-Artists
Your own gallery has been rather ignored these days, hasn't it? I shall assume this is due to school and travel. I look forward to more of your work as I enjoy your perspective.
Also, thank you for the penis joke. It really made my day.
Yay. I guess I'm funny like that.
Or not.
And yessir! I'm a dedicated fan.
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Hello, I'm Signature. Nice to meet you.
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Hello, I'm Signature. Nice to meet you.
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