Tumor: This is it, man? This is what I've been waiting to see for months?
Fuck, HD... I dunno, man... I was expecting something a bit more interesting and a bit less... declining about your work. Love the new doll's look, though.
the end result will be Very much the same Repetitive cycle,
bad to good to break to bad to good to break.
Maybe then we shall have the crown, something to gawk at and pretend its Meaningful and wondrous.
a cycle I have been following for quite some Time, a cycle I have grown weary of,
But.
I shall... I will... release one more line.
Heh for the Fffffans, and the llllovley dolls they have been so far., and of course You Tumor, Heh don't think it wasn’t your Niggling voiccce that dredged up this old Doll from...
well... I believe the details of my Long absence are mine to disclose, or in this case… Not to.
So… shall we have a Little game?
One final puppet show?
to thank the Child who has so entertained me this far?
A crashing fall before retirement?
Will our daring hero prevail?
Either way I will Cut the strings in the end,
but not the wires, Oh yes I shall leave those glistening red wires, those unseen Black Meshes, Those... Screeeeeeching chords!
Anonymous1: I, on the other hand, find long comments elucidating. Although new to your style of art, to the details you decide to pluck forth from whatever strange landscapes I am unknown and you are privy to- I find it, somehow, entrancing. Captivating, really. This idea of one last show pleases me greatly, but only if I can be in attendance.
There must be an audience, someone to witness this.
That way, even if it is vanished and vanquished, the memory lives on.
Your experiments can continue whether you sever the ties that bind or not, and we'll all applaud and smile.
Hopefully, it'd make you happy. Right now, I can't stop smiling.
Anonymous2(1): Such singular applause will please me greatly, even as it brings pain. Thank you, sir- and may this memory affect your affection as it does us.
Draksivorne: Alright my Suddenly overeager little elves, I have made my decision,
I shall Spare the digital paint for another medium,
This last dance will now take more time then initially intended,
Yes… much more time,
But the result will be far more,
Til then I shall post some… Mmminor works here, Nothing ffffancy just some comical musings and toyed concepts,
So til word from my fingers pressed upon these black keys reaches your glistening goggle holes I ask that you be nice quiet little poppets and let Daddy work.
Anonymous6: We will Wait - some of us patiently, and others impatiently, clawing at their faces and warm eyes, gouging and picking until they run read with moist optic milk - for that time. Let spill forth what may, and we shall watch, and we shall see, and always we shall Smile.
Draksivorne: As the words of Anita Ominous the sixth run across the green wastes, I Turn he hand to the black keys and the silver dome to upload a...
Well, its not really much of anything worth the long term nerve damage, but a curiosity all the same.
a work that is... ordinarily of little concern, however with the increasing activity of late how can I nnnnot nnnnnotify you and the grrrrrreen mass,
A year past I had built a wall among the deviants, to spread my vision, to the young and fruitless, I cared little for it and left it to weather, but those who fall short of the mark shall wander there.
If you must see my latest in the unfinished last Line then seek it out.
Anonymous7: The black keys? They fall so quickly? If only my sentences made such sense so lucky would I be. You're postings and ideas, as always are pleasing. Pleasing? That's not the word, there's something else. Something more. But I can't figure it out right now. Regardless, thoughts worth far more than damned and thrice-damned currency, they can be found there. We watch.
Anonymous9: But mistakes do occur, try as we might, that simple way of bringing rust into an otherwise fine machine... regardless, how excited i - I - eye - grew when reading two sentences and yet another, and drank of your thoughts. And better still, to learn that there will be more.
The steps will be taken to find it, what must be done
Tumor: I enjoy the melodrama. Still, I'm not going to speak in the same prose. I'm tired. All the same, it'd be a shame to lose these. I really do appreciate the effort you put forth, Drak, I just felt like the latest meandered a bit. I don't know, like territory you've explored, well, and the you had no interest in pushing farther. I love it when people push farther. You'd give us something truly spectacular if you broke the grounds here, again.
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Fuck, HD... I dunno, man... I was expecting something a bit more interesting and a bit less... declining about your work. Love the new doll's look, though.
Shall we call it practice?
A warm up Perhaps?
An attempt to find Ones... rrrrrroots?
Not that it matters with these childish Pictures,
the end result will be Very much the same Repetitive cycle,
bad to good to break to bad to good to break.
Maybe then we shall have the crown, something to gawk at and pretend its Meaningful and wondrous.
a cycle I have been following for quite some Time, a cycle I have grown weary of,
But.
I shall... I will... release one more line.
Heh for the Fffffans, and the llllovley dolls they have been so far., and of course You Tumor, Heh don't think it wasn’t your Niggling voiccce that dredged up this old Doll from...
well... I believe the details of my Long absence are mine to disclose, or in this case… Not to.
So… shall we have a Little game?
One final puppet show?
to thank the Child who has so entertained me this far?
A crashing fall before retirement?
Will our daring hero prevail?
Either way I will Cut the strings in the end,
but not the wires, Oh yes I shall leave those glistening red wires, those unseen Black Meshes, Those... Screeeeeeching chords!
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There must be an audience, someone to witness this.
That way, even if it is vanished and vanquished, the memory lives on.
Your experiments can continue whether you sever the ties that bind or not, and we'll all applaud and smile.
Hopefully, it'd make you happy. Right now, I can't stop smiling.
To the applause then my Poppets, if but a single hand upon a face.
Then I started crying, and my ears started to hurt. What the hell? Just... What?
I shall Spare the digital paint for another medium,
This last dance will now take more time then initially intended,
Yes… much more time,
But the result will be far more,
Til then I shall post some… Mmminor works here, Nothing ffffancy just some comical musings and toyed concepts,
So til word from my fingers pressed upon these black keys reaches your glistening goggle holes I ask that you be nice quiet little poppets and let Daddy work.
Anxiously.
Well, its not really much of anything worth the long term nerve damage, but a curiosity all the same.
a work that is... ordinarily of little concern, however with the increasing activity of late how can I nnnnot nnnnnotify you and the grrrrrreen mass,
A year past I had built a wall among the deviants, to spread my vision, to the young and fruitless, I cared little for it and left it to weather, but those who fall short of the mark shall wander there.
If you must see my latest in the unfinished last Line then seek it out.
I have left you word upon the deviant wall, read well from it.
how foolish of me to make such an amature mistake.
The steps will be taken to find it, what must be done
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