A thick-wrapped night, where fog,
like weeds, had sprung
and drowned Decatur Street,
'cept for a few lit eateries;
spitballs of dotted light.
A figure, running
like The Man was licking
at its neck, a teary ribbon
down its cheek a-dripping
pooling at the throat.
Wet, rib-shaking sobs blew lungs
already straining from the run,
my heart a rabid, raving felon
hammering his bars.
His prints still smeared across my wrist,
his voice an earworm drilling fast
into my brain, I dove into the mist:
a veil of doors.
A girl, a boy, I could not care,
had it been Jesus standing there
arm interlinked with that bold whore
A time has come and a change is nigh.
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have decided recently that I want to re-brand myself here on deviantArt. In the beginning my existence here was just a mere fun-n-games experience. Over the course of the 7 years that I have been a member I have grown, I have changed, and now for once, I know what I want.
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n the past 7 years, a lot has changed for me. I have graduated college with a Bachelor's Degree in Web Design and Interactive Media, I work for a very successful full service digital marketing agency, Geary Interactive, and I now have a vast expanse of free-time (thanks lack of homework).
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mongst the changes, I have began to m
Well it has been almost 3 years since i have first joined DevArt and i have finally much to my surprise achieved 3000 pageviews, although i was not lucky enough to snatch a screenie, i am thankful for all those 3000 people who have decided to go check out my work, i hope that soon many more people will come to my gallery and enjoy my artwork in critiques as i have enjoyed in producing and submitting it. Thank you to those who have commented and visited my gallery for making this happen.
yo my boss wants me to talk to the image manipulation lead at my work. He might want us to take some pics of Downtown for my work. might mean some money. ill let you know as i get more information.