Monday, October 23, 2006

The science of a madman missing his mark.

Madness seeps in from every corner. The street lit only with a handful of street lamps. The rest burnt out. The stairway to the house drips with his own imagination. There lies his mother. How she would scold him now. The muted color on the wall smells of Lavender and apple blossoms. The back door was left ajar. That's my only defense.


digi said...

I could see this being recognized in the official art community. This is really nice dude! I would love to hang it on my wall. :)

[].ragko said...

Man thanks! There is not much greater comment than I would love to hang that in my space. Space is limited.

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