this is the main character from my book:D her name is laura! this is not an accurate portrayal of her…personality wise:P

boo…ki….mee…..

lillith, the lady of many random things appears on the scene, dancing gracefully like an angel from heaven, destined to make everyone happy:D

this is my friend, Madscarlet, playing a harp!

thankfully, i still had enough colored pencil life to draw all the hair…the brown is all gone now…

game over

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6g0GwY9OATU

fuck that game…anyway…

friend:D

something i should share:P

YOU KNOW THE WEIRDEST PART OF DEALING WITH PEOPLE?

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ITS ALWAYS A DIFFERENT EXPERIENCE

FOR EXAMPLE

ONE DAY, YOU COULD BE TALKING TO A GUMMY FROG TASTING LIKE SODA

REALLY REALLY GOOD INSIDE YOUR STOMACH

OTHER DAYS YOU CAN BE TALKING TO THE SPIRIT OF DARKNESS ITSELF

EYES OPEN FOR AN OPENING TO STRIKE YOU AT MAXIMUM POTENIAL WITH ITS KIN, WHOM IT HAD SUMMONED OVER THOUSANDS OF YEARS

BEWARE…GO FOR THE GUMMY FROGS

THEY’RE AT THE STORE

candycornbutterfly asked:

Your art is simply adorable! Thanks for following me -- I read quite a bit of your blog and decided to start following you, too. It's nice to meet you, Carry.

oh wow:D do you really think that about my art:D? Thank YOU!!!!

that is a very kind thing to say to me:) its wonderful to meet you as well:O

Time thing

clocked in at twilight, streaming through the endless waters that actually aren’t

i found an unchecked path, the one around us

the one that involves the improvision in our minds, the on the spot deliverance towards entertainment

inundated with streetlights, parlors, and beggars

corporate businesses and men talking about the last football game, i drowned in this imaginary sea till the universe gave birth to dusk, prompting the others to take on a magnificent new routine.

fearing this rapid change, and the black omen of life that haunts every star blinding setting of life, the beacon of light, the only one in that period opened itself to me, where a flood of voices, drifting across chopped trees lay stationary, waiting to be devoured.

when the darkness seeped into even this beacon that i once called sanctuary, i was confronted by a woman with hair like a chocolate volcano and oozing caramel, garbed in suspenders who exchanged a story to me about her adventures in the vaccum, and the orgasmly powerful constellations that glossed this lightless region of life.

from those words, the traces of my thoughts became corrupt and a new tale emerged, written in the aura of the earth, unviewable to all.