By S.D. Sycther
Sometimes things get sabotaged of their own. here is such an paragon. Ruby, the eraser worked for 3 years for Mr. Hilsmith, the man who used him to the fullest. But that wasn't the accusation. She gave rise to many many progenitures during the course of her lifetime. She didn't count how many and how many will be surviving? But, this was something that really didn't matter to her as she was busy raising her position in the company. She was career oriented and never liked any other music. The taste of graphite is mesmerizing to her. She can't forget that. Every time, the pencil was in his metacarpus, she got turned on. It was a sight to see him performing mistakes. Although she used to change color but the taste of graphite has been... "If it was the better luck this time moment"; occasionally she got to taste the Charcoal too. it wasn't that sweet but it was rough. Really scraggy to touch, to lick and to enjoy. He is so masculine. Somebody may try not to get lost in that but one has to helpless. On the other hand, Graphite was something very smooth, it could be tasted every day, since it wasn't that harmful. Charcoal gives much more pain but it gives much more pleasure too. The other ingredients were the paper smell. Rubi particularly didn't like the smell of handmade paper, although there was different feel attached to it. It helped her going into deepest states of mind. She always likes the exchange of energy and this made her the favorite. She knew various techniques to glide along the surface. This made her the best among others. But the major demur was to be in shape.
"I used to mutilate her from time to time just to make sure that she retains that beautiful curve. This beauty has many modifications behind it. She loved the pain which was caused due to it. She was an amazing performer. She used to stick to the hand and cleverly rubbed the extra edges without anyone even noticing it. A micro precision only digital can match. Sometimes there were times when she went over wrong lines. But one can always manage the greed. Who isn't greedy here?. She was durable too. She cleaned herself quite nicely. The edges were automatically smooth, it was highly non-dust. And smudging was totally out of question. it wasn't the same when the kajal was being handled but used her for those purposes only. It was used intentionally to smudge and create the smoky art effect. However Rubi got ill after that and could perform really well, I never used it for those purposes again. Also, she was rusted a little, yo know aging sets in.. In her later years, she was not utilized much but was confined to graphites and occasionally charcoal, since it was her favorite..." quoted Hillsmith, artist, and blogger who works for the 'here goes the WORLD" magazine.
She remembers the journey of being lost and found again. she was lost once, she fell on the floor, then went with the wind, then a day came when a small boy stole it only to be returned by mistake by her mother, but ultimately she lost to the time and age and youth never came back...
Died she 8th December 2016 and became diminished with the time forever...
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| Fig no.1 Eraser Rubi over the years |
Sometimes things get sabotaged of their own. here is such an paragon. Ruby, the eraser worked for 3 years for Mr. Hilsmith, the man who used him to the fullest. But that wasn't the accusation. She gave rise to many many progenitures during the course of her lifetime. She didn't count how many and how many will be surviving? But, this was something that really didn't matter to her as she was busy raising her position in the company. She was career oriented and never liked any other music. The taste of graphite is mesmerizing to her. She can't forget that. Every time, the pencil was in his metacarpus, she got turned on. It was a sight to see him performing mistakes. Although she used to change color but the taste of graphite has been... "If it was the better luck this time moment"; occasionally she got to taste the Charcoal too. it wasn't that sweet but it was rough. Really scraggy to touch, to lick and to enjoy. He is so masculine. Somebody may try not to get lost in that but one has to helpless. On the other hand, Graphite was something very smooth, it could be tasted every day, since it wasn't that harmful. Charcoal gives much more pain but it gives much more pleasure too. The other ingredients were the paper smell. Rubi particularly didn't like the smell of handmade paper, although there was different feel attached to it. It helped her going into deepest states of mind. She always likes the exchange of energy and this made her the favorite. She knew various techniques to glide along the surface. This made her the best among others. But the major demur was to be in shape.
"I used to mutilate her from time to time just to make sure that she retains that beautiful curve. This beauty has many modifications behind it. She loved the pain which was caused due to it. She was an amazing performer. She used to stick to the hand and cleverly rubbed the extra edges without anyone even noticing it. A micro precision only digital can match. Sometimes there were times when she went over wrong lines. But one can always manage the greed. Who isn't greedy here?. She was durable too. She cleaned herself quite nicely. The edges were automatically smooth, it was highly non-dust. And smudging was totally out of question. it wasn't the same when the kajal was being handled but used her for those purposes only. It was used intentionally to smudge and create the smoky art effect. However Rubi got ill after that and could perform really well, I never used it for those purposes again. Also, she was rusted a little, yo know aging sets in.. In her later years, she was not utilized much but was confined to graphites and occasionally charcoal, since it was her favorite..." quoted Hillsmith, artist, and blogger who works for the 'here goes the WORLD" magazine.
She remembers the journey of being lost and found again. she was lost once, she fell on the floor, then went with the wind, then a day came when a small boy stole it only to be returned by mistake by her mother, but ultimately she lost to the time and age and youth never came back...
Died she 8th December 2016 and became diminished with the time forever...
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