Started at three - 11 Sep 2005 09:53 am
Thirty-four breaths in a shore-man's hand,
'Tween him and return to the ever-dead land.
One for love in the sad cloak of night
And again for those who care but slight
From hearts too starved to take what they might.
Loosen the cords, let another one go,
He stands in awe of nothing et al.,
And then the dude just laughed 'til death,
Tony's neighbors yell a lot. I'm guessing one of them works at a convenience store because he was cussing about selling Red Bull and hot dogs that look like dynamite.
This rough style really looks gnarlier than I had in mind following the more painterly images. I have more fun tooling around with new looks, though, so I hope you don't mind it too much.-Tyrus Peace