The lines on our marbled faces, one for every blow every fist ducked in defiance and swung again Desperation in the devil’s work you embraced We die cold and alone and though we talk now we shall never hold our peace as every piece has been owned, lost, taken and thrown away I am so many pieces that I am

Instead of sweeping my pool, I’m procrastinating on the internets. This looks good. It’s the pencils from the upcoming Artifice short, written by Yaoi911’s Alex Wolfson. Oh Lord, the fail. Hey, at least they’re leaving Yaoi alone. ((^_^)) {Thanks to Erastes for showing me this} Heinz…what the hell ails you? And good luck to Lynsley Brito,