Sketch dumpage - MPI've just uploaded the sketches and concept full body art of my story in progress. For those of you who watch me already, you probably have already seen them in my main gallery.
Well, that is all.
That seemed short. >:l
Anyway, see you!
-MP
| JD: "Name's JessiDlux." She says, leaning against the closes thing to her. She cares less and less about what it is specifically, and most of the time, it doesn't care either. She twirls a set of blue bangs in her fingers, the music in her painted earphones blaring so loud you can just hear her voice over it. "Picture this scene fur' meh." She coughs, spits and pops a mint. Wintergreen. Soft. "It's just over the break of the horizon. We live on the lake. 'Course you weren't there. You Suburban Yuppie." She sips her coke-a-cola. "The sun's just up, it's 6:50. Picture a building. Large, half old and half new. Center of it holds a plaque and a bell tower. People walk through those doors every day and never know what that plaque says." She cracks the mint in her teeth, complacently for a few moments as everyone experiences the pain of the sound and the anticipation of what it must say. "...What? Fuck if I know it." She continues. "There's no other way to place that place than as if it is two places in one. Haven to the hateful. Prison to the purpose. Heaven and Hell in one composure, represented by a flagpole that's flag is never at a mark of a mast, and an archaic gloom with wraps of tape over it, on each piece there is a smiley face, with half-assed quotes and efforts to smile in pictures that don't mean shit to the rest of the world." She sighs, looking to the sunrise as if it were as it was of that day. "You can never understand where you are until you accept where where you are is." She regains composure. "There is a long time before anyone is allowed in the building, even still, there is a reason to be there early. Some come for the time to set themselves up for the thing they are going to build that may be called, their day. Some come for the composure that one can only hold from being in a congregation they find some joy in being in." She looks around and shakes her head. "Like it makes them special." She sighs, closing her eyes for a long moment as she breathes in air though her nose. "Some come for the pristine pleasure that a golden, blurred, sunrise across a 'scaped field whilst people of all kinds cross it gives ones self. That would be me." She smiles softly, scratching a rift in her ponytail. "I can't tell you much about those times, but I can see the sunrise myself. That's why I'm telling you about it. Sometimes, you do need something more than hope to get you though the day. It's not always a sunrise. It can be a sound. A sent. The feeling of the wind griping you tightly as it simultaneously releases you, flowing on your face, and through your clothes, as you stand on the top of a hill, you not being there because that's what you wanted, but having been there because you had to be, and yet feeling- no, knowing that it's a blessing." She scratches her eye, wearing that complacent smile, the wish for sleep written in her breath. "I've never been good at remembering, but I've always been good at imagery." She laughs a short, breathy chuckle. "But I'll tell you now, never define anything immediately. Just because I tell you of a sunrise, do not assume that that sunrise was like... fuel in my gas tank. Don't compare." She raises a hand, giving a floor a thoughtful, tired, almost angry look. She then closes her eyes again, her hand still rose. "Scratch that. Compare. But realize that there are other comparisons and thoughts to rethink. When you see anything. Anything. Know that even if it's a place, a brick in a wall, a tree in a forest, it's important and significant to someone. Respect that. Think before you ever make an action. Remember that. Anything. Except School Desks. Their purpose is to be written on. But let no other faulter in that fact about anything else. Anything..." She returns that almost angry look the floor, taking the hand to her chest and scratching. "...Anyone..." [End statement] MP: "I'm an Artist. Oh yeah," she quickly added. "I'm also a fat sweaty nerd too."  |
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hi!
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The only constant is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be.
— Isaac Asi
I'm gonna take a stab at my faving as the reason for your comment!
I don't know what it was about the photo, but it had this charicter about it and well...
In long term, I want to draw it for a spare-time thing to do.
I planned on asking you about it from my personal account;
Once I got off D-P/C.
But I could just get it out of the way here 'n now, May I place draw that picture?
And if you are okay with it but have any restraints or qualms, do say.
Just a request.
Heheh, you're welcome for the fave too though, like I said, charasmatic spontainous pictutre.
Mhmhmehehe.
[lol, all that for a "hi".]
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JD: {.x.♥.x.}Thinking 'Bout Tommarrow Won't Change How I Feel Today. {.x.♥.x.}
MP: " Jessi will look up at me and shout "I can't breathe! Save me!"
And I'll look down and whisper "No." "
i would just like to see the finished piece
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The only constant is change, continuing change, inevitable change, that is the dominant factor in society today. No sensible decision can be made any longer without taking into account not only the world as it is, but the world as it will be.
— Isaac Asi
Thanks again!
[lol, it's me, as if that's not incredibly obvious and redundant to state.]
But right, of course, of all things, I'd show you once I do finish it.
However far away that may be.
@.@
Ahaha, right. Thanks.
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If I were wit, would you not glare so condesendingly at my flaunt?
Yes. And I will you.
If I remained nothing, would you care to aknowlage it?
No. And nor will I you.
OH AND MADI ISN'T A FAT SWEATY NERD.
Jsut a nerd.
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If I were wit, would you not glare so condesendingly at my flaunt?
Yes. And I will you.
If I remained nothing, would you care to aknowlage it?
No. And nor will I you.
Heheh...
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JD: {.x.♥.x.}Thinking 'Bout Tommarrow Won't Change How I Feel Today. {.x.♥.x.}
MP: " Jessi will look up at me and shout "I can't breathe! Save me!"
And I'll look down and whisper "No." "
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