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We Are All United As Artists/Features by fineartbyandrewdavid, journal

We Are All United As Artists/Features

May 10, 2013

In my more recent journal i talked about the artists who provide stock so that others like you and i could then look at a new project or even put together a photo-manip. So here we are again but this time the spotlight falls on the artists who start searching for stock, some might have their own collection of images,while a few might look away from deviant art to find a particular image or photo. Moving on rather than continue writing i am going to allow the images i will be sharing with you to do the talking,feel free to say words like Wow or awesome but please go and visit the galleries of the artists who work you can see below and go say h

The musical Furnace by rune4, literature

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The musical Furnace

That old furnace,nobody knows where it came from, Or how long it has been there, It is just there. I love it. Every night it sputters and moans, It goes sizzle,sizzle,crack,pop,boom,as it ignites. I hear the sound of jazz music as the furnace swoons with all its might, Skit,scat,a baba do wap, a rat a tat tat, a boop bop, bong, yeah... All night long the music comes and goes, Sizzle,sizzle,crack,pop boom,skit,scat,a baba do wap, A rat a tat tat, a boop bop, bong,yeah... Morning comes and the sound of music is drowned out By the TV news,the coffe pot,the sound of my parents voices. I can't wait for the night, For that is when t

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Jun 8, 2010

act i - the opening act

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we walk into a strangers house with nothing but a burnt-out lightbulb. you say this is our house and we should stay the night. i say my watch is broken, so i have some time to spare. we sleep beside the boxes of toys in the attic. by the amputee mannequin and old fishing rods, lines cobweb across the room, with rusty hooks that tangle about them. i tell you that i dont believe time is relative, no matter what Einstein may think. you say that time is a bit like a dial tone, and youre about ready to hang up. 'because it makes more sense than climbing the clock tower beside central station' and i think youre righ