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also in my Zazzle store
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Pin-ups
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Sockthulhu
Sockthulhu
Four Little Ponies of the Apocalypse
Four Little Ponies of the Apocalypse
Black and White
Black and White
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Crochet
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Cycle I have seen this pile of dirt and ash before.
I have waited for the blistering winds of a merciless desert
To become the winds of night that caress while coyotes howl.
I have prayed that the wind will not scatter the ashes,
For from them forms a garnet, a blood red gem of royalty.
This will be my home, my mother's womb.
This garnet nestled in a bed of ash will crack and shatter one day
And I will break free, spread my wings, and soar into Heaven.
I will have my moment of glory, my day in the sun,
And like Icarus, I will fly too high, I will fall too far.
They say the brightest flame burns fastest,
So I know my moment will be brief.Cycle by ~RosaAmarilla
The Inner Child Where waterfalls are silent,
Yet continue with dancers' grace...
Where unicorns still run at night,
And the moon is a giant pearl in space...
Where the faerie and the leprechaun
Still dance amongst the trees...
Look with the heart, not with the eyes,
And there you will find me.

I am the story your mother told
While sitting by your bed.
I'm every wish you ever wished,
Every dream inside your head.
I am the voice on the wind
That softly whispers your name.
I am the shadow in the corner
That left you not quite the same.

Remember the friend no one could see
That thrilled you as a child?
Remember the movie star you adored;
So glThe Inner Child by ~RosaAmarilla
Summer In My Hometown Summer slips in silently and kisses the South full on the lips, holding it in her passionate embrace.

Large bees buzz lazily around wooden porches while wasps wander through tall blades of grass.

Memorial Day flags fight to stand at attention a week later --- old soldiers in uniform for one last parade.

Old men, young children, and middle aged dogs fill front yards and wave a hand or wag a tail as neighbors stroll down the street.

Flowers on graves in the cemetary bend down in the heat; tiny mourners  dressed in Sunday best.

And if you stand facing just right, you feel the whispered promise of Autumn sneaking through the trees.

Summer iSummer In My Hometown by ~RosaAmarilla
The Call of Sockthulhu  I. The Horror in Crayon

Ignorance truly is bliss. When you don't know something, there's a good chance you also don't know that you don't know it.  It just doesn't exist for you. Once you become aware of what you don't know, it becomes a thirst you can only quench by immersing yourself in it, and that holds the risk of drowning. Unless you're hollow plastic. You'll be pretty safe, in that case.

For as long as I can remember before the events of this story, I was a very happy toy in The Child's bedroom. I was played with often, but also had plenty of time to myself for looking through books. Oh, yes... I'm a literate toy! I graduated in theThe Call of Sockthulhu by ~RosaAmarilla
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Contest Pieces
Contest Pieces
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Rosa Amarillain Black and White
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Fae Dragon Hatchlingin also in my Zazzle store
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Just Hatchedin also in my Zazzle store
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Tea Partyin also in my Zazzle store
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Three Wise and Lucky Nekoin also in my Zazzle store
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This Side of the Looking Glassin also in my Zazzle store
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Pin-up Gnomein Pin-ups
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Great Sockthulhuin Sockthulhu
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The Call of Sockthulhu  I. The Horror in Crayon

Ignorance truly is bliss. When you don't know something, there's a good chance you also don't know that you don't know it.  It just doesn't exist for you. Once you become aware of what you don't know, it becomes a thirst you can only quench by immersing yourself in it, and that holds the risk of drowning. Unless you're hollow plastic. You'll be pretty safe, in that case.

For as long as I can remember before the events of this story, I was a very happy toy in The Child's bedroom. I was played with often, but also had plenty of time to myself for looking through books. Oh, yes... I'm a literate toy! I graduated in theThe Call of Sockthulhuin Sockthulhu, Written Word
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Death Ponyin Four Little Ponies of the Apocalypse
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Famine Ponyin Four Little Ponies of the Apocalypse
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War Ponyin Four Little Ponies of the Apocalypse
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Conquest Ponyin Four Little Ponies of the Apocalypse
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More Than One "Love"in Contest Pieces
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WANTED: Schrodinger's Catin also in my Zazzle store
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Rude Nekoin Black and White
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Lucky Catin Black and White
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Chubi the Cuddly Chupacabrain Crochet
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Summer In My Hometown Summer slips in silently and kisses the South full on the lips, holding it in her passionate embrace.

Large bees buzz lazily around wooden porches while wasps wander through tall blades of grass.

Memorial Day flags fight to stand at attention a week later --- old soldiers in uniform for one last parade.

Old men, young children, and middle aged dogs fill front yards and wave a hand or wag a tail as neighbors stroll down the street.

Flowers on graves in the cemetary bend down in the heat; tiny mourners  dressed in Sunday best.

And if you stand facing just right, you feel the whispered promise of Autumn sneaking through the trees.

Summer iSummer In My Hometownin Written Word
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The Inner Child Where waterfalls are silent,
Yet continue with dancers' grace...
Where unicorns still run at night,
And the moon is a giant pearl in space...
Where the faerie and the leprechaun
Still dance amongst the trees...
Look with the heart, not with the eyes,
And there you will find me.

I am the story your mother told
While sitting by your bed.
I'm every wish you ever wished,
Every dream inside your head.
I am the voice on the wind
That softly whispers your name.
I am the shadow in the corner
That left you not quite the same.

Remember the friend no one could see
That thrilled you as a child?
Remember the movie star you adored;
So glThe Inner Childin Written Word
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Cycle I have seen this pile of dirt and ash before.
I have waited for the blistering winds of a merciless desert
To become the winds of night that caress while coyotes howl.
I have prayed that the wind will not scatter the ashes,
For from them forms a garnet, a blood red gem of royalty.
This will be my home, my mother's womb.
This garnet nestled in a bed of ash will crack and shatter one day
And I will break free, spread my wings, and soar into Heaven.
I will have my moment of glory, my day in the sun,
And like Icarus, I will fly too high, I will fall too far.
They say the brightest flame burns fastest,
So I know my moment will be brief.Cyclein Written Word
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Metatron's Cubein Older Pieces
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Magic Infinity Ballin Older Pieces
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Looking Into the Cosmosin Older Pieces
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