not only can i draw,but i can write poetry! [UPDATED!]

[FLCL.Haruko.FLCL]

ya thats good keep at it i like your avy where u get it i like catgirls


every time u try to drag real physics into a convo about fantasy comics god kills a catgirl...plz think of catgirls!!!

-FLCL.Haruko.FLCL

[one_armed_scissor]

ya thats good keep at it i like your avy where u get it i like catgirls


every time u try to drag real physics into a convo about fantasy comics god kills a catgirl...plz think of catgirls!!!

-FLCL.Haruko.FLCL

amen!
why would anyone wanna hurt these
poor little things.
AWWWWWWWWW!


and more poems along the way!

[yellowrock]

erm...those aren't cats...


but yeah, THINK OF THE CATGIRLS!!!

[one_armed_scissor]

erm...those aren't cats...


but yeah, THINK OF THE CATGIRLS!!!

i dont really kno what they are
but there so kawaii!

and im working on more poems!
*tries to stick to subject*

AHA! THE START OF MY EPIC POEM!

the wandering travels of a girl named icarus

1a
"fragmagnetationism"

mark to the resin aparatus
tentacles mount to mars
a simple smile in my distsnce
institute her wiretap scarab
cuz its all for the simplicity
mechanizations untide
the waves ride in my city
inbeded in my mind
an angel has sent me a tote
to recall the amputations
textile maquilladoras
synscopes are directions
a camoflauge paint princess
paralell to the court
it all make sence
if it is to the distort
sentencing the quarantined
it will begin to set
catacombs mark to gentiles
remark to the bent



1b
"Zapata mounted on a horse"

a musky zion tremors
thru the temple of the sun
a world reused technique
zapata stands proud to the ton
assymetry calculates the callice
eyebrows on the camoflauge tounges
a shard of missing truth
zapata is behind the swan song which she sung
questions remain to the blue core
a goddess possesses the key of all ends
this rosary around my neck is pale
zapata is sent through the dividends
mountains are the heavy child
volcanoes represent the mothers of soil
a tree of psalms will give to the piece
zapata will suspend the candle for oil
now the war of guadalupe is sin
but contuniues with no remorse
the world has ended with children still here
zapata stands fierce mounted on a horse