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Again, sure, why not?

Not much for designing, but sign me up for maintenaince.

Nice stuff. May I ask who your influences are for atristic style?

I guess it's been several years now, but those eyes, those lucent ambers still echo in my dreams. Gold, I used to think, but gold could never achieve such status, with its sleek perfection so easily marred by flaws. Silver is no better, staining the perfection only it believes it has with a beauty feigned by rusted lust. Of all that could ever be considered precious, it is to silver and its haughty incompetance that I give the least tolerance.
Opal, in all its forms, is the most incomprehensible to me. Though it lures me, piques my curiosity, strokes for but a moment my heart desiring of exotic flowers, I can never see but in brief flickers its iridescence over the dark base. But that darkness, seductive as it may be, remains just beyond my grasp.
But amber I can hold forever, as it joins my heart in its exotic flowers and grants them bloom. For amber, like mysterious jade in its pure translucency, proves its beauty through not its perfection, but its flaws. Only through its sealed cracks, perhaps with an insect or flowers of its own which only honeyed amber can let me taste, does it become radiant in light.
Exist, my precious stone, so that I may chase your ideal, but return. Let your beauty hidden in succulent darkness glow once more, blossoming into the unknown flowers of my heart. Let these words not fall upon uncaring lips, and let not my soul fail to set fire to the tender, flawed crystal of your heart. Let my long slumbering want of taste end with tongues burned into the love of their own bird of paradise through your fire.

^Something I wrote last night. It came out unusually sexual, and kinda sounding like a guy talking to his beloved girl, now that I reread it, even though it was from a girl, directed to a guy she once knew but does no longer.

And lo and behold, thanks to my home net being back, I can, along with some of my other arts.

My Current Commission in progress

An Image for my book in progress

My Commission for Oni-Angel


My Golden Balence, in Golden, and Natural varieties

And finally, the Ipod Graphic in question

I drew this in my shower two nights ago with those special crayons they sell for doing just that.