not hereunable to speak, and he wonders aloud
how feelings so strong make the body so weak...
then he awoke. now he's scared to death
somebody heard... if it was you, and you know,
please don't say a word.
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WaterpathWaterpathWaterpath
Tiny creatures, almost alien yet familiar, scattered under our feet as we walked on the path of the creek. It was a golden road through dappled sunlight, paved with water. This road leads to the eye of the earth. You swept your hands across the cold water to catch the little things below the surface. Nymphs scuttled under leaves while a young froglet swam in the palm of your hand. The path brought us to a spring that cascaded into a pool, where we climbed its spillway and stood upon its walls. We gazed into the pool, into its eye of deep emerald coolness
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Catch for us the foxes(7.30.09)Catch for us the foxes
I saw the fox in the dark hall of a cliff, a red-carpeted castle Where the wind's music rang out like the
Pipes of an organ through the passages. We must dwell among music, I thought as I watched him, Though I do not remember seeing any foxes in this place before, Especially not one so lovely as this one. He stepped out under the trees onto a russet floor of pine needles, Lost in the music, unaware of his observer. The fox walked away
And I followed, Hoping he hadn't seen me. My feline feet brought me swiftly, noiselessly through the thickets, &nb
by ~nyanamia
Cathedral(1.10.07)Cathedral
The cold air was misty and the light of the street lamps turned our breaths to copper clouds. We went down the grassy slope to the dry creek bed where the winter-scented leaves shattered under our feet. We climbed into the drain tunnel and found that there was still water on the floor of the passage and droplets were falling from the ceiling. Our footsteps echoed wetly throughout the length of the walls. Years ago, my brother and I used to come here after school to play and listen to the echoes of our voices. You struck the painted concrete with a
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- Current Residence: a dwelling. in Texas. In the Western Hemisphere. yay!
- Interests: animals, aliens, creatures, choral music, Russia, dreams, random weirdness
- Favourite movie: Fantasia, Dinosaur, Princess Mononoke, Monty Python: Holy Grail, Lion King, Bambi
- Favourite band or musician: Sviridov, Whitacre, Pärt, Imant Raminsh, Lauridsen, Tavener, Jennefelt, Yoko Kanno, Hisaishi
- Favourite genre of music: Choral, Orchestra or soundtrack, Russian, if that's a genre, and weird crap...
- Favourite artist: 1. God 2. Nivbed 3. jennadelle
- Favourite poet or writer: Charles Anthony Silvestri, Edgar Lee Masters, ROBERT BURNS, Lorca, Neruda?
- Favourite photographer: Jonathan Joyner
- Favourite style of art: anything that's pretty
- Operating System: delirium of the exhausted brain
- MP3 player of choice: one that holds all of my nerd music heehee
- Shell of choice: bomb
- Wallpaper of choice: whatever the heck I feel like staring at for a few weeks...
- Skin of choice: ummm banana?
- Favourite game: remember Bubsy...? Encounters of the Furred Kind ROCKED! Oh and Katamari and SuperSmashBros
- Favourite gaming platform: your face! hahaha no.
- Favourite cartoon character: Jim Hawkins, The Beast, Zira, Shenzi, and basically any cool looking strange creature
- Personal Quote: "Wake up and JUMP IN THE FLUFFIES!!"
- Tools of the Trade: pencils, paint, tablet, and photoshop
- Email: nyanamia@yahoo.com
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Passacaglia & Fuga en c-moll. Vollkommenheit!
omygoodness I seriously need to start drawing again,too, and painting, but i don't really have a place to do that...my poor gallery is lonely
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wake up and JUMP IN THE FLUFFIES!!!
it's cool that you like!
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Life is stranger than fiction
Thank you so much for being an artist.
Merci, mon ami. Merci.
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