Sta.sh
Thanks
I don't actually know how it happened. I don't know exactly when, I don't know why, but the bolt line now needs to be drawn, my wallowing bed of poltergeist dreams needs to be made... I've got the same old bed, but I need new sheets to ease this recent state of longing. I heard they're giving them for free here?
I once wrote in one of my journals that I wanted to keep this deviantArt account 'intact', and 'unstained', and whereas I won't write an essay on this now, I should at least explain that my definition of 'intact' has unfortunately become so exclusive over time that I seem to have managed to remote *even* myself away from this realm. It was like someone enveloped me in a blind blanket, put a stamp on me, post me to another form of artistic land, a higher academic one, where setting loose is too cool for school. And since carrying out the dreams I have during my sleep seems a bit stretched there, some serious chiefs sniffed-caught my repressed imagination, opened me up with a gentle heavy hand, pulled something out, and now they pulsed me back to this address, with a soul-winning aim. They seem to have caught my doppelganger from its tail, taught it a lesson, squeezed the negative literary connotations out of it, undressed me, buttered me with a new meaning, put me inside a camera, and sent me back here to share my rare, draw some dreams, lure some logic.
Armed with thirsty, wordy coloured pencils I'm keen again to transcend from the real, to this other artreal. I have no other short and sweet way of asking for a ticket back, and since I'm already here now, I might as well just knock. If you open the door, I'd like to come back in with tales, and share... with all of you who are still there.
Elena.
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I think that you should consider getting a better camera though, cause your camera don't really do your ideas justice, if you see what I mean 
