She's dry as the acrylics fermenting on her skin; the soulful artist bursting to release a figment of imagination that will surely caress your eyes - she might displease. To her eyes only, you won't read much concerning her; she's rather in between the text. But grow accustomed to her bottomless lyrics and maybe someday you'll understand the mentality of this Battle Field. Till then she bids you adieu, and bedazzles you with a doodle.
The Stallion said,
November 5, 2006 @ 8:09 am
That’s how I felt last night before passing out!
Anonymous said,
November 6, 2006 @ 10:07 am
When I was young, I observed that nine out of every ten things I did were failures, so I did ten times the work.
–George Bernard Shaw
Your Battlefield said,
November 7, 2006 @ 12:34 am
the stallion:
🙂
anonymous:
i know who you are ;)!! but what brought on this comment and under the name of shaw 😉
Sedna said,
November 7, 2006 @ 8:42 pm
wow.. did you paint that?
Your Battlefield said,
November 7, 2006 @ 10:26 pm
no…i googled and she appeared…i was mezmeroized it summed up my feelings…;P