

The Old ManThe night was cold. Too cold for the old man huddled in a chair, hiding from the wind. Through his ancient windowpanes and tattered drapes it tore at him, chilling him to the bone. Not even his warmest blanket, a thick woolen creation in his familys tartan colors that had sheltered him since childhood, could keep out the biting cold. His threadbare wool hat slumped further down on his weathered brow, covering a head of iron grey sprinkled with snow white. His carefully trimmed beard caught the thick fibers of his blanket as his head sunk lower and lower, giving in to its urge to rest. His eyes gazed unseeing into the night as his lids cThe Old Man
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I've got a main account! You can see my manipulations (and more) at
~xLiesJje (click) Please leave a comment and watch me there.
It would be awesome if you watch me!
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*Kiss me goodbye, I'm defying gravity*
This is creepy. What are the chances of my random travels leading to you? XD
Namarie. :]
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"When his life was ruined, his family killed, his farm destroyed, Job knelt down on the ground and yelled up to the heavens, 'Why god? Why me?' and the thundering voice of God answered, 'There's just something about you that pisses me off.'"
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Don't fret precious I'm here
Step away from the window
Go back to sleep
[link] > CHECK OUT MY GALLERY!
Twinkle twinkle little star...
you are the firsth to do that, hehe
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*as we speak rats are moving up and down my spine*
*pokes* i notice you are the mini-lah >.> ....*has nothing else to say*
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*~Working to take down Art Theft~*
All bishies need lovin...
~NOTICE-ME-Club
I've been enjoying winter break... though I go back this monday *gags*
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I let my art do the talking.
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