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Waste of to be Cloudy by illusionary kindness Life is very pixeled The square doesn’t fit in the self-centered shape circle Breath the heart works Everyone was supposed to be hush hush It really doesn’t matter, a kind of words of really oh please Played like the next app A fool is always the hack and sack for others enjoyment The fool also wishes the best for knowing unwanted to be around wastes souls With lines of if, and should off While pixels paint the real picture Kindness of friendship, a saying for a human door mat Waste of a mirror reflection Down in the pits inside while keeping others from the dive Doing a dance of what is it for only to be forgotten again and again Hands reach to be pushed away even helped to put down further at times All laugh and keep the false words handy In this world Waste of to be

Action does speak A ghost stands near in skin Whispers in a normal tone   Many never hear Nothing fake only ignored In some ways an afterthought that never was The secret spilled, lip service in overtime Crushed illusions of something close to a friend Only to see actions in a dream have prophet tones The director invisible yelled action Which the lines were wrong with the right results Sensitive to the act of loyalty Only to get an action of a kick below the stomach Hoping still others enjoyed and had a few laughs Leftovers served as cold as being cut before even considered All will be well for one loss is the many self-absorbed victory Too many times of tears now dry and distances cold like lines of an Oscar award I didn’t mean too Now the action has many in good times Whilst one holds an empty memory of being no action  

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I really enjoy doing Digital art, was wondering would this be something you would consider to buy a print of?

 BEEN PLAYING WITH IDEAS 

                                        RANDOM ILLUSION        I know it will happen, like this reflection in the mirror. Phhff, I see my lips move in the illusion of a reflection. Getting beat down from society from others whose only claim of feeling alive is to step on me. Like the earth their illusion of bringing me down to their expertise in their own ignorance, doesn’t change me I will reform and still be solid. Yeah, damn right I am saying I. I have also learned to keep quiet on my experience, a silent wisdom is better than the fool who rants the words of the puppet masters. I may stray from any point that comes from a mirror talk while random is just one of those complete illusion of many believing in this, like any good illusion the more that give belief in the ideology lie harder to show the truth. I will bring you attention to all the lotteri...