TW Artists part III: When mods attack (read the first post)

[Subjugation]

Sugar

My friend John is in the hospital making his final arrangements. I've never had anyone close to me die before, so it's been a profound experience.

Yesterday, he asked for some sugar in a containter. Because of his limited dietary options, bottled iced tea is his favorite food that doesn't get fed through an IV. He uses the sugar to make the tea sweet enough, since his sense of taste has been set askew.

I bought a commerical sugar container from a restaurant supply store---you know, the same kind with the beveled glass and metal lid that you'd find at the local coffee house. When I was filling it with sugar, I briefly wondered how much sugar I really needed. After all, John has cancer, and I knew I wouldn't be filling the container more than once. Actually, I probably needed only a few days worth.

Just as quickly as that thought entered my mind, I pushed it right out and filled the container to the top, because sometimes...sometimes sugar is more than just sugar. Sometimes sugar is all the time you have left together, and you wish it would never run out.

[1ight]

I finally made something, though considered as nothing .. ^^; Anyhow, here is the link, http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/19407286/ , then you presso n the image to full-view it, recommened. Do tell me what you think. : )

Edit: And by the way, spidermage, as I said on devArt, that picture is hot. I really love it, love the expression on her face, the thing/dragon she is riding on. Would be cool if you'd CG it.. ; )

[Sleepy Weasel]

Can someone help me out with 3 megs of hosting so I can post (link to) something? I think it's worthwhile. Conc maybe you can help me buddy, I know you'll appreciate this one.

[Jeansi]

Haha nice,
ZEUS TEARIN' THE PLACE UP!

[Pandagirl!]

I was wary about posting this, but here's something I wrote "back then."

The mask she wears cannot be seen
Her face is happy, bright, and keen
She digs in her closet to find clothes to wear
She turns to the mirror, cold and bare
Her body is distorted, it looks a mess
The only way to fix it is to eat way less

Her friends at school cannot tell
That she is struggling through a personal hell
She laughs and plays, says all the right lines
Hoping she'll fool them into thinking she's fine

She feels her finger deep in her throat
The food must come up so her body won't bloat
Her new best friend is porcelain, white, and clean
Where are the parents? Who's gonna intervene?

The mask she wears cannot be seen
Her face is happy, bright and keen
She digs in her closet to find clothes to wear
She turns to the mirror, cold and bare
Her face is pale, eyes are hollow
Her throat so raw she can barely swallow
She's empty inside, no one is there
None of her friends seem to care
She can't believe the reflection she sees
She thinks to herself, "This can't be me"

[Subjugation]

California Midnight Salad

Yea, you're right...it's a little gimmicky. The "midnight" garlic croustini probably have the purist chefs among you keeling over, but it's an example of how my creative side can occasionally override my sense of tradtion. It's a nice, clean "vegetable" salad perfect for those hot summer evenings.

Basically, it's in the style of a vegetable salad, but it uses cucumbers, avocado, and tomatoes. Yes, I know avocados and tomatoes are fruits, but it follows the style of a typical veg-salad. It is seasoned with shallots, champagne vinegar, extra virgin olive oil, S&P, and thyme. It's finished off with canelle of fresh goat cheese.

[Sarien]

The other night I had meant to photoshop each image in the thread as a kick, but I got sick of it after I put Zeus on stage. To put it in other terms, I started out to run a Photoshop marathon, and quit after about 100 feet.

Thought he might be amused by this though:

[SpiderMage]

New one by me

Inspired by Masanume Shirow



Uncensored version: Click here

[Tibro]

2 more

> Space Art Piece - Made from scratch in Photoshop <

> Landspace Art Piece <

[PUNK rock]

Some poetry for your displeasure:

The Mullet Man

With a smile on his face
And a gap between his teeth
He walks happily along
Stroking his long, flowing black hair.
Six foot two and muscular he is.
His speech almost unintelligible,
It is definitely unintelligent.

His white tee shirt is dirtied
And the pits are soaked in sweat.
A hard working guy
That Mullet Man is.

As he strolls along with his wife,
Who also happens to be his cousin,
You notice his carefree attitude.
And you think to yourself,
That one day and for one day only,
You would want to be the Mullet Man.

[Squeezer]

okay, here's one this girl i know....wrote....to me.

you be my casanova
and i'll be your dream come true
this distance can be bridged
with this heart i'll give to you
its been broken once before
but i still made it through
so let me go if you dont want me
but if you love me, say you do

I thought it was cute, cuz i sort of live like 30 mins away from her.

but here's one I wrote. BTW Mod's, it does have one racist word in it, but if you understand it, the word isn't racist at all.

Thoughts upon the number 12



There is a man on my bus. He is six foot six. He is black. He is menacing.

One day he’ll rob me in a back alley.
He probably wants to rape my mother.
He wants to steal my job.
He wants to steal my T.V.

He can dance, and I can’t.
He can sing, I can’t hold a tune.
I come from the prep school, he comes from the ghetto.
I have the Hamptons, he has Compton.
I have Elvis and the Beatles, he has Marvin Gaye and Dr. Dre.
I have rock and country, he has rap and the blues.
He has Portiere, I have Wayne.
He has Angelou, Hughes. I have Dickinson, Twain.
I love Lasagna, he loves Watermelon.
I have the NHL, he has the NBA.
I enjoy Dean Martin, he enjoys Richard Pryor.
I have Ruth, Lindbergh, he has Ellington, Garvey.
I celebrate Christmas, he gets Kwanzaa.
He hates me for being spoiled, I hate him for wasting tax money.
He has Ebonics, I have Southern Comfort.

He gets the label African American, I get White.
I hail from Italy, Ireland. He hails from Zaire, Kenya.
He has spirituals, I have Canticles.
I’m Catholic, he’s Baptist.
He’s a darkie, I’m a limey.
I’m a cracker, he’s a ******.

I am White. He is Black.
And yet, we are but two people on the bus.

[Liquid Blue]

Very nice LB, but what's up with her fingers?

One hand is close to her chest, and covering the other hand, which is why you only see the fingers of the second hand. Sorry if that seems like just one hand there >_>

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