I don't like the face.

Burn 'em down, baby.

While they ride, lord he tells her
how they two will settle down
but she only hears the highway
and a voice in some other town
And the harder he holds her
the more she slips away....

Same old story that everybody knows
it's one heart holdin' on
and one letting go

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Oh so now it works, it wouldn't submit yesterday >=(
Well anyways, i won't tell you the whole thing, it's much too long. This is the scene from the last bit of the dream, i was back in my school art room, painting this picture, or what i remember of it, the texture was a rough canvas... there was that big fluffy cat sitting there that had been chasing me ealier, and that skull in front of a glowing candle... at the bottom was a piece of parchment that i had been writting on. While i was writting on that parchment, all the ink started running down into a small stream, it got bigger and bigger and in the puddle of ink, words started to form... in all sorts of different fonts... i was reading it, it had some kind of really really disturbing message... so disturbing i woke up, and the message instantly faded from my memory... i still get chills whenever i think about it...

Well I counted up my demons
Saw there was one for every day
With the good ones on my shoulders
I drove the other ones away

Characters I've been playing with for awhile. :}

Paris with her hamburger.

Just need to do the bottom half- be on it soon.

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I'll finish this latah.