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Fragile-Forlorn β Black Magic
Published: 2005-12-07 21:40:15 +0000 UTC; Views: 414; Favourites: 5; Downloads: 52
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* Reinstalled a new copy of Photoshop. (Thanks for all the support i received!) Lots of new ideas swimming around *Born and trapped among the black magic feilds.
Dark thought tricked the curdled air into yawning atmosphere.
Bent grotesque, in strange velvety dream. Sandpaper smiles wear their faces away.
Black gloves remould, and the story retold..
Stock used:
Magician Stone lady
Floor Tower
Lantern Lantern sticks brush
Moon Stars
Sky: Ivy
Roses [link]
Comments always welcome. Thank you 
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Comments: 26
You have definitly aquired a style of your own.
Im struggling to figure this one out though ??
I love the roses , nice touch and the atmosphere created.
Lovey work !!
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Nice manip Elizabeth and I see a familiar 'masked' face 
Very nicely composed and I like the concept
Thanx for using my stock
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Your stock is beautiful, thanks once again
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Beautiful manipulation
thank's a lot for using my stock
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I like the whole unreal concept, it seems to hide symbols...the more I look, the more it makes me think.
welcome back
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Just trying to make my life a little prettier
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best of holidays!
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Thank you so much
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*scratches chin ...* Hmmm ... methinks I'll be needin' to do some more thinkin' on this one; lately it seems any thinking I do with any intesity beyond that which one might think while watching paint dry, sends me into a horrific tailspin of panic and discomfort that manifests itself physically across my chest and midriff, leaving me short of breath and feeling like i may expire at any moment. My energy goes to nil, I am winded beyond all practical measure, and staggering to the fridge for a ginger ale is a colossal task that takes perhaps half an hour ...
I'm pretty fucked up right now, Elizabeth, and you are the first I'm telling. My nerves are completely shot. I'm immersed in a sea of irrational panic perhaps 20 hours a day, and i don't know why, and i cannot control it, so for now, they've got me medicated, and THAT just numbs my creativity alltogether ...
So here I am, all holed up, with an oostchillion things to do, and i have to FORCE myself to say "fuck it" ... there just ain't gonna be any productivity for the remainder of this month, and all the projects I've on the go have been postponed indefinitely ... and this was to be the month of a whole new and huge unveiling of the next iteration (or evolution) of The Works of the SentientShadow, but alas, tis not to be ...
Perhaps you, who always understood me, will know something of the mania and the depression that ensues when one is unjustifiably bound by this debilitation. My soul is screaming to me GET OUT!!! GET OUT and leave that weakened body ...
Funny then, that in this present state, all I want is you. If you could, would you hold me tenderly and ease my apprehensions with soothing words? All you have to do is whisper nonsense to me, with that fantastic voice and hypnotic Kiwi accent ...
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Oh Rhys, the flesh is but an idea that has been made, and will in turn be unmade.
But it is not your time.
You will not go anywhere untill you have spoken all that you need speak.
And as far as i am concerned i have not yet heard enough. Simple as that. Stay. Obey.
*your email will hold softer words, though words are clumsy and sharp, i shall do my best to cover the corners with spongy letters*
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Looks like a wicked good time. I'm very happy you've gotten you're photomanipulator back. The red's a nice touch.
What is happening here?
Something is going on
Thatβs not quite clear
Somebody turn on the light
Weβre gonna have a party
Itβs starting tonight
Oh, what a feeling!
When weβre dancing on the ceiling
The room is hot...thatβs good
Some of my friends came
By from the neighbourhood
People were starting
To climb the walls
Ooh, it looks like everybody
Is having a ball
---> Lionel Ritchie
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Your offer was a generous one, though and i never did get round to thanking you. I freely profess to being terrible!
So thank you very much, your comments are always appreciated.
Is it really so obvious that floor was once a ceiling?!
Have yourself a wonderful Christmas Evike
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Obvious to me. It's good like that. Makes it more twisted. More unreal. And more believable. To me.
Enjoy the holidays yourself. <3
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wow!!! thats a really awesome picture, love it i do!
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Yes, i get told that quite often.
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such a beautiful composition full of emotions
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I hope it does appear full of emotion, in this yo-yo sea of feeling the waves crash heavily on the rocks.
Thank you.
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So you: the colours, the atmosphere, the symbolism..
I love how the stone lady seems to be 'captured' by the beautiful ceiling,
like in a net. And the allknowing magicion in front, as a prelude to the rest of the scenery..
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I always look forward to your comments as you always have something unusual to share.
You have a romantic eye for imagery and your imagination does the rest.
Thank you for viewing this.
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Thank you..
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