Fuck this self portrait of Robert Mapplethorpe goes hard
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Little word art I did while teaching Hebrew school
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Sorry I haven’t posted in a while. These are some concept art I made for my band
The first one is highlighter and colored pencil and the second one is watercolor pencil
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Prince Lyre and his beloved ferret Milord
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“its hard to sleep when your ribs hurt and your teeth are falling out
i try to scream in agony but the sounds wont reach my mouth” my band mate wrote this sick ass lyric and I just had to make some art about it
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I made this at like one in the morning with watercolor pencils and highlighters
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Wrote a song about my deadname and did some art to go along with it
Song under the cut
Verse:
Your little girls not safe and sound
You left her home alone
And I’m waiting, watching, stalking, till she puts down the phone
And in my hands I grip the gun taken from your safe
With trembling hands she grips a blade not even meant for me
Pre Chorus:
But the deed is as good as done
I finally set her free
Chorus:
I killed that bitch
I killed her
I fucking killed her good and dead
And I would have hung her body from a tree if I’d known you wouldn’t believe
Cuz you won’t fucking listen when I tell you she’s deceased
Verse:
You still call her name like she’ll respond
And it doesn’t torcher me
Quit talking about your Rosie
you never even knew her
She wanted to die for years before you even knew my name
It would have happened either way
But instead I did it for her
Pre chorus:
I let her finally leave
So why do you keep crying for a ghost you’ll never fucking see
Chorus:
I killed that bitch
I killed her
I fucking killed her good and dead
And I would have brought you a duck king stick mounted with her head
Cuz you won’t fucking listen when I tell you she’s departed (maybe: cuz you wouldn’t fucking listen when she depressed)
Bridge:
Her corps is in the walls her tell tail heart haunts my halls
But her name is like drug to you
You can’t just let it die
Why can’t you just listen
Why do you still cry
For a girl who’s been dead for so many years
Your Rosie
Your Rosie
Your rose that grew thorns
I ripped of her petals
But I let you morn
A corps of a girl that was never really there
A girl that was poseable and let brush her hair
Chorus:
I killed that bitch
I killed her
I fucking killed her good and dead
Outro:
So why are you still sobbing for a ghost inside your head
She was never even real to me nor to anyone else
Yet you mourn her like a child while you watch me kill my self
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Watercolor I did while visiting my grandmother in hospice
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