...I can't read it...and zooming in just pixilate it. As for the overlapping thing, use layers. In order for a particular layer to be seen, just shift it above the other ones.
some things along the pass will not be read or never..
tis only a tale and yet not a fable
mother crys as dagger flys
blood let top her table..
it was called by Lastrocrhsty, the ontt, the sent, 2nd of four, rivered by dieote drin, well sculpted and poor,
just one brother, another look up and be like him someday we hope, vamires roamed the tomb carved
apartment complex, we will eat you and not pay rent, bending the pupil to reach far in time,
bending like rubbermaid, who helped me find those uses, cant real-eyes cant, bumble autistic black and yellow jacket, feels like rain again, raing dow the throats, and ive slept not in five days, fine with no pillow slide feathered orange for all of the oranges they grown in flordia, wee tiny organs cutting cattle in a garbage van, being an insect a bee, or hornet nest i fed the cat, forcefully, i guess im just here and there, i guess im just contimplateing things, my steel store door, will wilt to a rose formed silowette,
NO SMOKING - NO CELL PHONES - NO @$$ CLOWNS - and ABSOLUTLEY NO! NEGATIVE!!!
None of it makes sense to me. From the sound of your "story" the picture should be more like someone imprisoned within themselves with no outlets. I am not sure I like this all that much. It looks too messy and undefined.
as for the pic, its still unfinished, like its posted.. up there.. and the poem has nothing to do with the tale below her colors.. its about a friend who dissapeared from us all quick one mid summer, but lives on in hearts those ones who'd wonder.. my art is not what them or they want, i am a freakin popsickle man, full of violet and navy, its my style and upgrades come seldom, seldom sipping joe downtown at marcos and 5th, stabbing a pen in betwwen my ribs, and clucking like a tv without tv, cable tryed but, online succeeded, and thats why im going blind before i meet that place id like to see, yet smells and feels can only a blind dogs butter stick, tie twine around the lily woods , and kiss your knees before it.
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tis only a tale and yet not a fable
mother crys as dagger flys
blood let top her table..
it was called by Lastrocrhsty, the ontt, the sent, 2nd of four, rivered by dieote drin, well sculpted and poor,
just one brother, another look up and be like him someday we hope, vamires roamed the tomb carved
apartment complex, we will eat you and not pay rent, bending the pupil to reach far in time,
bending like rubbermaid, who helped me find those uses, cant real-eyes cant, bumble autistic black and yellow jacket, feels like rain again, raing dow the throats, and ive slept not in five days, fine with no pillow slide feathered orange for all of the oranges they grown in flordia, wee tiny organs cutting cattle in a garbage van, being an insect a bee, or hornet nest i fed the cat, forcefully, i guess im just here and there, i guess im just contimplateing things, my steel store door, will wilt to a rose formed silowette,
NO SMOKING - NO CELL PHONES - NO @$$ CLOWNS - and ABSOLUTLEY NO! NEGATIVE!!!
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