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Well here I go.....:]
Today I fealt to give out one of my outline to you my friends......OuO
I'm willing to give the outline to the person who is willing to color it, and thinks they have what it takes to make this picture look great...:]
I'm not meaning to be rude to you my friends, but I want to see who can color this outline and imprese me with their great coloring talen.........XD
Who ever thinks they can impresess me with their great coloring talent, come on and claim this picture to color......:]
Come on people, don't be scare, I just want to see who wants to color it, thats all.......OuO Have fun.....>XD
.................Logging of Lore.V...........

P.S: If any one wishes to make a collab with me just let me know,eighter by memo or commenting in here......:D~~~~Thanks my friends....

Really loved how this picture turned out to be Broken-Lock.....:]

(0_0);;..I'd suggest he practice on this one..lol..will finish soon.

wandering. Uh, I did live in Hawaii for a few years when i was little, no ref used

to the extreme

Jessica Rabbit style.

Just in case people haven't seen it, that's Baby Herman on our left, and Roger's hands on our right. Cheers.

Decided that Noremac needed his wings.

need room in studio.....

Well I woke up Sunday morning
With no way to hold my head that didn't hurt
And the beer I had for breakfast wasn't bad,
So I had one more for dessert
Then I fumbled in my closet through my clothes
And found my cleanest dirty shirt
Then I washed my face and combed my hair
And stumbled down the stairs to meet the day

I'd smoked my mind the night before
With cigarettes and the songs I'd been pickin'
But I lit my first and watched a small kid
Playin' with a can that he was kicking
Then I walked across the street
And caught the Sunday smell of someone's fryin' chicken
And it took me back to somethin'
That I'd lost somewhere, somehow along the way.

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

In the park I saw a daddy
With a laughin' little girl who he was swingin'
And I stopped beside a Sunday school
And listened to the songs they were singin'
Then I headed down the street
And somewhere far away a lonely bell was ringin'
And it echoed through the canyon
Like the disappearing dreams of yesterday

On a Sunday morning sidewalk
I'm wishing Lord that I was stoned
'Cause there's something in a Sunday
That makes a body feel alone
And there's nothin' short of dyin'
That's half as lonesome as the sound
Of a sleepin' city sidewalk
And Sunday mornin' comin' down

from: Santa