Whoa, that is creepy! I see one of three scenarios: 1. The monster just materialized onto his wagon and he has not realized it yet. 2. His little friend, normal just moments ago, has just now turned into a monster and he has not realized it yet. 3. His little friend is always a monster, but they are friends anyway.
Hello darkness, my old friend I've come to talk with you again Because a vision softly creeping Left its seeds while I was sleeping And the vision that was planted in my brain Still remains Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone Narrow streets of cobblestone 'Neath the halo of a street lamp I turned my collar to the cold and damp When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light That split the night And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw Ten thousand people, maybe more People talking without speaking People hearing without listening People writing songs that voices never share And no one dared Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know Silence like a cancer grows Hear my words that I might teach you Take my arms that I might reach you" But my words, like silent raindrops fell And echoed In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed To the neon god they made And the sign flashed out its warning In the words that it was forming And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls And tenement halls" And whispered in the sounds of silence
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Oooh! That is creepy and scary! Love it.
Ist das dass Haus in dem Ihr wohnt? Ich durfte es ja nicht sehen, weil ich für Dich arbeiten musste! Argh! Meine Hand ...
wonderful! would love to read a story that would go with this illo
This is a little creepy, i like the drained colours and the contrast with the pumpkin :)
Whoa, that is creepy! I see one of three scenarios:
1. The monster just materialized onto his wagon and he has not realized it yet.
2. His little friend, normal just moments ago, has just now turned into a monster and he has not realized it yet.
3. His little friend is always a monster, but they are friends anyway.
I think I like option 2 for the creep factor. ;)
Awesome!
Hello darkness, my old friend
I've come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence
In restless dreams I walked alone
Narrow streets of cobblestone
'Neath the halo of a street lamp
I turned my collar to the cold and damp
When my eyes were stabbed by the flash of a neon light
That split the night
And touched the sound of silence
And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence
"Fools", said I, "You do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you"
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed
In the wells of silence
And the people bowed and prayed
To the neon god they made
And the sign flashed out its warning
In the words that it was forming
And the sign said, "The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls
And tenement halls"
And whispered in the sounds of silence
mal wieder brüste!
Sad, but true, Jakob.
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@ Herr Gilke: LOL ;)
(mooning)
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