2I look around me, at the speckled walls laughing at me, dotted with dirt, spiders and small flecks of blood; the dim, white lights looking down their noses at me and the white ceiling, disgusted by me. I think to myself, how did I get here? A rich, successful, happy business man. With a loving wife and son. It just goes to show that no-one is immune to the hurts and heart-aches of life.2
The blood on the ceiling has only just appeared. When I had gone out into the exercise yard I had seen a sharp stone, put it in my pocket and managed to stop them finding it. That stone was my last hope. I knew I had to do it before the morni
tulips
Church
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Inside the room, one candle burn devoured by blood.
I looked at your entire gallery as a whole, and was just... wow. Verryyy impressive. I wanted to comment one but I don't know where to start.
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MW [loves] RED
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"Sure, insults is not the best way to promote how you feel, but when you're automatically labeled as a prude because you like nude and not multi-penis, grasping vagina, herm foxes screwing multi-breasted cat women, well, you start to get irritated."
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Metronomad on Saatchi Gallery| The Hive
- "The secret to creativity is knowing how to hide your sources."
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That Is All.
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Photo
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Baby cheetah!
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You thought I would be broken hearted.
Maybe I would If you weren't so retarded.
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