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Do you like my artworks?

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The section in the Scots Thesaurus headed 'fights' has so many words in it,
it has to be subdivided into various types :devil:
 
And i still don't understand why you call her "slut"?
For you, may be, every woman is a slut?..
Why? Why you are so brutal?
I want to find aestetic feelings in my own arts...
Some one can say that my arts is too violent... Like quoom... And this is a sign for me. It's time to reduce the level of violence...
Sorry, Has, it's your woman anyway, I respect that, I'll leave her alone. Thanks for your art, and I like very much how you treat your woman...
 
Girl need some rest
gee a carpenter who cares...........................did you get your union-card already? otherwise it would be going a problem
 
View attachment 329692 Oh, I so identify with the one on the right ... too lost in her own thoughts and suffering to look up.

Yes, you are right. A beautiful appearance. Weak, limp and nearly passed out with head sunken to her cleavage. But my favourite is Marta with her nativeness.

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Or, may be, you'll try to identify yourself with her?
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I definitely identify with this. One foot nailed on top of the other, back arched as I writhe on my cross. Looking up toward the sky (only difference is my eyes would be open) as I pray for mercy. I would also be wearing a cross around my neck like I do so often. I would feel it there and try to draw comfort from it as I prayed.

Sometimes I would pray silently to myself, other times out loud between my groans and moans of agony. Writhing and squirming constantly to try to relieve my suffering. But unable to. Struggling for my life....wishing there were a way I could free myself....but I can't...
 
I definitely identify with this. One foot nailed on top of the other, back arched as I writhe on my cross. Looking up toward the sky (only difference is my eyes would be open) as I pray for mercy. I would also be wearing a cross around my neck like I do so often. I would feel it there and try to draw comfort from it as I prayed.

Sometimes I would pray silently to myself, other times out loud between my groans and moans of agony. Writhing and squirming constantly to try to relieve my suffering. But unable to. Struggling for my life....wishing there were a way I could free myself....but I can't...

Nice... Very nice...
 

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I definitely identify with this. One foot nailed on top of the other, back arched as I writhe on my cross. Looking up toward the sky (only difference is my eyes would be open) as I pray for mercy. I would also be wearing a cross around my neck like I do so often. I would feel it there and try to draw comfort from it as I prayed.

Sometimes I would pray silently to myself, other times out loud between my groans and moans of agony. Writhing and squirming constantly to try to relieve my suffering. But unable to. Struggling for my life....wishing there were a way I could free myself....but I can't...

I watch you from my own cross, Danielle.
I wonder where you find your strength, I am fading.
Mercy!
 
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