yep, I've lost it again- although this time I'm starting to think that I may just have to buckle down and buy a new one. Once that happens expect some more pics!


Cafe Terrace at NightCobble stones flow around the deck like a river; night has set and the stars fly through the sky, tails aglow. The overhang carefully guards its precious cargo, the dinner guests of Mr. van Gogh. The waiter with his spotless white uniform, hands out cups of coffee and plates of cookies like Santa Claus. A quiet chattering fills the air, a group of crickets dressed in their finest furs, silks and jewels, chirp about their infamous host. If only they knew He collects them into his works while they remain none the wiser. They go about their business forever trapped in a world of canvas.Cafe Terrace at Night


Afternoon Restlight flows in through cracked blinds the room fills with a soft white glow two bodies lay in the room, motionless one on the couch, one on the floor neither moves very much, only the slow up and down of their chests give the signs of life gentle snores are the only things that crack the silence a hand rises to stifle a yawn a paw covers weary eyes from the glow through the uncovered window the two friends sleep peacefully as the afternoon grows.Afternoon Rest
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JUSSCOPE.COM_Justin C. Orr
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Figaro Filth.
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Amazingly adorable icon by ~trigonsson!
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"I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally."
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Automatons gather all the pieces so the world may be increased
In simulation jubilation for the builders of the body of the beast
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So won't you hold me closer, just one more minute, until the executions over?
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