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Zodiac Collection - Gemini by ~Xx-RA-xX:iconXx-RA-xX:


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Submitted: May 28, 2004
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Tried using a theme i could tie into a few different pieces of work, so I chose the Zodiac. Gives me 12 things to think of. Eleven more to go :) Hope you like them.
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WOOW !!!!Great

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Never sleep, Never die :!:
Whisper by Evanescence
I'm really into the Zodiac philosophy and the descriptiom was so right about GEMINI. Plus it's too beautiful and the girls are pretty..........HOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !! Good Job
Hey, thanks for the compliment!!! appreciate it. Makes the satisfaction of doing art feel even better.
really love the decayed stone affect you used on the skin. the zodiac is a great i dea for a series. can't wait till i see libra. ;)
well hope the others will turn out as good ehhehe. I actualy like the end results. Will see. Any ideas for libra?
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looks like it will be a great series, i like what u did to this one :clap:
(what a hole sees) hallucination of the night
dream on my mind. pieces of others forgotten, remembered; cigarette smoke billowing past the monitor screen. open me.
they appeared. the machines that barely resembled human. the slur of speech vacuumed my ears. eyes could not leave, fear building into tremble and lock up. they waited for a break in my guard. stutter. quickly violent words passed through but the stagnant air absorbed. a cage built around me and i could not back away. hysteria. panic. wrists strapped down. ankles strapped down. muscles ached from constant struggle but, continued to pull.
i was a subject in this dissection.
the worn straps began to rub my skin. dirt. sweat. the leather started to stain. heard the hum of the life of a machine. attention centralized. it held my head and i closed my mouth tight. machine towered over me, against me. forced my mouth open and the stomach-wrenching sound of my jaws breaking deafened. tears rushed and voice screamed to it's fullest. a retractor was attached and buckled tighter than comfort could allow. saliva pooled down my lips and the rust gritted against my teeth. metallic numbed my taste. was this blood?
heart pounding in my frontal lobe. migraine shattered what could be heard. clammy hands grasping, clasping for something not there. breathing developed into harsh gasps. fear. pain. shock. blinked, always pressing another tear down. lament to why.
sharp metal pierced my skin and quickly sliced open; blood gushed and flowed down my sides. sudden jolt. head jerked forward against the retractor and shifted that broken bone against those nerves. eyes read helplessness as the pain electrified. the feel of my insides ripping and puncturing, the life wept and seeped out. the numbness followed, the deadening of me.
and, They'll do it again.


whatever you get from this.

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