This post is being split into three parts because I did so much this day (ahhh!!) and I didn't want to overwhelm you all in one post.
It's annoying because you will read this backwards, (you will read this one last out of the three I post... so I will explain more in part three. Which you have probably already read. WEIRD.
I drew this submarine and then took this picture that I took earlier and then cut it out to look like the sky was reflected in the windows of the submarine.
I haven't decided what I'm going to do for the background yet, though.
These are little poems I made from crossing out some words and keeping others from an article.
They say:
I saw the loveliest of things
an flowers clinging to walls, no one ever comes here
I think He devoted his part of Death Then he discovered it would cost him more than was worth.
the approach known as life
the reason in blocks the sea still farther. A dirty smudge on inevitable counterpart.
fantastic earth fall southward into the haze
deep into Death but from their charcoal edged chaos
until you come and you fine me
a burning gold promise
finally a worthy name of those almost after Death
overlapping echoes tramp far enough and you will come
a close awash in the waters, the shallow sea retreated
spring under sunlight
swaying sunbursts carried refuge for its scattered remnants and those lives should sleep in its shadow
the seeminlgy boundless barrier
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