Et le ciel regardait la carcasse superbe
Comme une fleur s'épanouir.
La puanteur était si forte, que sur l'herbe
Vous crûtes vous évanouir.
Les mouches bourdonnaient sur ce ventre putride,
D'où sortaient de noirs bataillons
De larves, qui coulaient comme un épais liquide
Le long de ces vivants haillons.
Excelente.. eu simplesmente adoro as peles brancas como a neve, acho-as extremamente sensuais. O contraste com o preto e roxo acentua ainda mais esse efeito. Very sexy indeed!
When did it suddenly become cool to hate everything? It's a growing problem, especially in the entertainment world, and no one benefits from an increasingly hard to please, pessimistic audience.
Daily Literature Deviations is a group that is dedicated to bringing literature to the forefront of the deviantArt community. We attempt to accomplish this by daily featuring Literature artists from around the community that deserve the recognition, but are not getting it. Each day we will feature 5 deviations from the Literature categories in a News Article.
In order to support the artists that we feature, we ask that you the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
^Ikue has been a devious member of our community for almost 7 years and in this time he has proven to be nothing short of dedicated and devoted. Whilst volunteering his time over the last 22 months as a Gallery Moderator within the Community Relations Team, Chris has brought the Vector gallery and many vector artists directly into the spotlight. ^Ikue's commitment to the community is evident in everything he touches and you can always find him reaching out to others with an encouraging word. Chris is a natural leader with a vibrant and empathic personality, and is a role model for deviants everywhere. It's ev... Read More
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“In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning” (F. Scott Fitzgerald).
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“In a real dark night of the soul it is always three o'clock in the morning” (F. Scott Fitzgerald).
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Let the sun warm your heart, and the moon light your path
~PosidoM
~Mar-Portugues
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Fear is the price of imagination.
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DeviantART account of: Morella Baltimore and Lux Gynoid
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Obrigada.
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People sleep peaceably in their beds at night only because rough men stand ready to do violence on their behalf
George Orwell
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