Subgenres of, for example, rock and jazz are vastly different, to the point of near unfamiliarity. Nonetheless it's all the same.
Agree or disagree, I don't mind. Just get what I'm trying to convey from in-between the lines.


GhostsI sit alone in solitude enjoying the wafting fragrance of cigar smoke (no ones smoking)Ghosts
I listen to the pleasant chatter of laughter. (No one there)
The wooden floor creaks beneath their foot steps. (The room is empty)
In this old empty house,
Im not alone.


Sally, a ghost storyHe was lying wounded on the battle field, when she approached, and knelt beside him. Tenderly she put her hand on his head and spoke.Sally, a ghost story
They are coming for you soon, It will be alright
He groaned
They will be here, she said, Dont worry
He was enjoying her presence, Her gentle hand upon his head. Her kind words.
I have to go now, but they will be here in a moment
Her long skirt brushed against him as she stood to leave. Of course it was just a reenactment. They were just trying to give the neighbors a taste of blood
i want to see some manga style!!
how's doktor glas manga going?
no where, i bet XD
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PROUD SEME
ZELINK LOVE
I freakin LOVE kendo!!
No worries, I've been making loads of new art. Just not bothering to put stuff up. I have other places to be and other things to study! ;_;
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I'm so happy, I dance around the grim reaper. Cut, cut, cut, but he can't catch me.
oo ja fattar, du har tid att studera men inte att lägga upp din vackra konst? XDD förresten, det e ju hötlov nu, vill du göra nåt imorrn?
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PROUD SEME
ZELINK LOVE
I freakin LOVE kendo!!
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I'm so happy, I dance around the grim reaper. Cut, cut, cut, but he can't catch me.
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PROUD SEME
ZELINK LOVE
I freakin LOVE kendo!!
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