| This one was inspired by my best friend Stephanie Crabtree. Her style is what made me want to draw this. |


Flame, connect.Flame, light, fire connect, inhale. The first drag is always the best. You feel the release. You feel the burning sensation you love ever so much.Flame, connect.
Flick, inhale, breathe. Out goes the cancer. Savor.
Flick, inhale, exhale. Kill yourself slowly.
Death in such a small package has never felt so alive.
Flick, inhale, exhale, repeat. Flick, inhale, exhale, repeat. Again, and again.
The last drag is always the worst. You always want more. You can't ever quince it.
Your addiction. Your love. Your suicid


Winter's Death.I've always wondered how winter's night air gets so cold. Does Jack Frost party it up at night, then sleep in his cozy bed during the day? Or does the Sun just get sick of seeing the cloudy, gloomy days over Missouri, so he takes a break from us, only to get lonely and come back the next day; just to see the same thing.Winter's Death.
It's an ongoing cycle. I think the sun hates Missouri by the end of the year and says a big, "Fuck you!" to us and takes a Vacation to Africa or something.
You see, the strange thing is, I don't miss the sun and his heat. I wish he would take a vacation all year around. T


Tobacco and Hope.The row of carefully picked and packed soldiers looks near perfect, standing ever so neat in their tiny package. 20 soldiers ready to end their lives but just to bring their Captain closer and closer to her own death.Tobacco and Hope.
No matter the weather: rain, snow, bone-chilling frost, blistering heat; The Captain takes them, one-by-one to meet their demise. I can feel their white skin turning my lungs to ash, a small violated piece of tan; the only remnant of what they used to be.
Their deaths lead to my own, slowly and surely they will kill me.
It will not be today an
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to feel the moment, to capture the moment.
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We will never sleep, cause sleep is for the weak;
and we will never rest til we're all fuckin' dead.
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We will never sleep, cause sleep is for the weak;
and we will never rest til we're all fuckin' dead.
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Dum Vivimus, Vivamus!
("While we live, let us Live!")
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so glad to see you once again.
i thought that you were hiding.
and you thought that i had run away.
chasing the tail of dogma*
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We will never sleep, cause sleep is for the weak;
and we will never rest til we're all fuckin' dead.
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