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Guessed it right, buddy. I can draw thing you think in mind. Yes, I take the credit of not being so bad at expressions but still being his brother, I can be the same with my expressions. Boligrapho was right but he doesn’t get much publicity these days. He is good and very very accurate as the person thinks but he has turned out to be an outdated medium of expression. But let’s leave the nostalgia out for a certain amount of time and focus on me. Blabbering things is my hobby you see.
I can draw things so artistic. The artists love me a lot, they have so much passion for me that even the canvas says please stop. The oils still can’t replace me. I am the boss of this country.
Remember those days, after the slate it was me and you continued to use me until the end of the universe. But then some came and I lost the things. Ah but that a completely different story. You want the boligrapho then you have to use me first this is what the things.
But I am a moody person, I intentionally make mistakes, especially when one tries to make curves and one is not a master of it. I will go here and then take a turn. Then make it moody again. I am not cheap to be given at anybody’s hands. If you can think you must able to express it. The people here know most of the things but, still use me. If you aren’t the master, you have to be the slave. I am independent.
All these years, countless have I have I attended. I have countless accidents, but still, the trust remains. I don’t know you know it or not, but I was discovered by an accident. Thank god, the ship got wrecked and I could finally get a degree of importance I was living for. They kept depressed and used me for batteries and cells. So untidy.
But if you credit me as a sadist, yes I will take that too. I am a damn sadist. I can make you sad like anything. Do you remember that punishment? Yes, you got it right. That punishment helped in creating an atmosphere filled with your mantras. And you return with your hands swollen to be again beaten by your mother.
By S.D. Sycther
Guessed it right, buddy. I can draw thing you think in mind. Yes, I take the credit of not being so bad at expressions but still being his brother, I can be the same with my expressions. Boligrapho was right but he doesn’t get much publicity these days. He is good and very very accurate as the person thinks but he has turned out to be an outdated medium of expression. But let’s leave the nostalgia out for a certain amount of time and focus on me. Blabbering things is my hobby you see.
I can draw things so artistic. The artists love me a lot, they have so much passion for me that even the canvas says please stop. The oils still can’t replace me. I am the boss of this country.
Remember those days, after the slate it was me and you continued to use me until the end of the universe. But then some came and I lost the things. Ah but that a completely different story. You want the boligrapho then you have to use me first this is what the things.
But I am a moody person, I intentionally make mistakes, especially when one tries to make curves and one is not a master of it. I will go here and then take a turn. Then make it moody again. I am not cheap to be given at anybody’s hands. If you can think you must able to express it. The people here know most of the things but, still use me. If you aren’t the master, you have to be the slave. I am independent.
All these years, countless have I have I attended. I have countless accidents, but still, the trust remains. I don’t know you know it or not, but I was discovered by an accident. Thank god, the ship got wrecked and I could finally get a degree of importance I was living for. They kept depressed and used me for batteries and cells. So untidy.
But if you credit me as a sadist, yes I will take that too. I am a damn sadist. I can make you sad like anything. Do you remember that punishment? Yes, you got it right. That punishment helped in creating an atmosphere filled with your mantras. And you return with your hands swollen to be again beaten by your mother.
“Somebody gonna gets hurt real bad.”
Now, they dig the paper finely and fill the trenches with me, and the fools call it a drawing… Ha … Ha… It is much like tattooing except the skin is paper and not human skin. People use me ruthlessly because of my abundance but, they must be careful.
“I am black and I am not harmful”
My friend the charcoal can make any drawing a masterpiece to look at. The masterpiece you shall know better. However, the paper complains a lot these days. It says the charcoal is so harsh on my skin. It is like the tribal form of tattooing.
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