I don't know how long this whole updating on DeviantArt thing will last, but still - THREE NEW DEVIATIONS IN ONE DAY AND MAYBE MORE TO FOLLOW

HOW CAN I LIVE AT THIS SPEED

I'm thinking of actually scanning some drawings I've done, but I've been to lazy to actually do it. So there may actually be some uploaded deviations from me in the future.

Maybe.

It is a matter of how the whole story
My life has been turned over to twist - low
And I liked one minute
And there, seated on the right
And to tell you that I am a notified body of the City of Prince of Bel Air,


In the west of Philadelphia, and grew
On the playground where I spent most of my days spent
Chillin outside maxin relaxin fresh
And just shootin some Bkugel outside school
If a couple of types
Who was up to no good
Startin makin boredom in my neighborhood
I got in a fight and my mother lil has scared
It indicates your movin with your aunt and uncle in Bel air


I whistled for a cab
And when he walked around
The license plate such expenses matrix, and it was in the mirror
If all I can say is rarely cabin
But I thought it naw yo houses in Bel-Air forgotten


I moved into the house of more than 7 or 8 senior
And I screamed to the smell of cabyo ya later
I watched my kingdom
I was there, finally,
To go to my throne, as the prince's meeting ventilate Bels


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Go ahead. Try to make me smile or frown. That's right. You can't. Everything is serious business.

"Mama, when is Papa coming home?" The little girl asked her mother. The woman smiled meekly at the young child before her. "Soon, Papa wouldn't abandon us, now would he?" But there was no reassurance in her voice. The child noticed this, but said nothing. She turned to look at the brightly shining star on the heavens above and wondered... why had Papa left them?
But still they waited, for his return. They waited so long that eventually their bodies turned to stone.
But still waiting.
Waiting forever for the man who won't return.