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My butt is famous!! Chilm's made a webpage! Check it out (the site, but if you see my butt in passing...) its aweome! How do I write a testmonial again? www.jasonscamera.co.uk/
.... quick update, its not justmy perky butt, but also some more of me Huzzah!!!

I also do poetry: SheI am the incandescent she,
Who comes in the depth of night,
I am the multi-faceted spectre
Robed in glistening gossamer red,
The iridescent Mistress of your
Personal unfathomable lust.
The opalescent black winged
Goddess of unspeakable desire,
The illustrious mother
Of all the worldly daemons,
I am eternal, and ageless,  
My wisdom is endless,
My hunger is ravenous insatiable.
I am young whilst the earth is old.
Behold my majesty of flashing onyx eyes
That will drown you in their depths
Infinite black free flowing hair,
Ruby red luscious lips, hot caramel curves,
Dimpled spine arches, and skin so soft
And smooth, you could die in it.
No one else can touch you
Like I can touch you.
No one else can read you
I know your deepest darkest desires
I bow down to no man,  I will not submit,
Not even Yahweh himself
but I will make you do so in return.
For I can have any man any man at all
That I wish to, whether or not you are willing,
Whether or not you are awake.
I swallow
Neil SkinsNeil Skins
A mist of hot steam rolls into the hall
Strange fluffy bubble islands float like clouds
On unseen hot see-through liquid surface.
Ears perk up for that giveaway sound of,
clothes shed like the choice of skin of the day.
All with precise un-conscious ritual.
Into a neat little hill of Neil-skin
Soft, still warm in a spot where once, near by,
for a while, was a very naked boy.
festering for youSometimes I do wish that I was
a blemish on your warm sweet face
Left to fester for days to ooze,
to blossom white and splurt with grace.
Warm and cozy, nestled in your skin,
Wants to love you from within.

Mature Content

Just like thatAwake in the dark night.
The chams spans too wide
Between our two cold backs.
Yawning void of duvet.
Murmering softly you,
Are unaware whilst I,
Will sleep to fall on
my restless soul, mind and eyes,
Till I shuffle over
softly cooing your name,
and you plunge your head to my breasts,
breathing me in and
I forget what was the
matter when you hug me,
and it washes away,
salty tears of the night.
wishes lost in the mistLast night I was visited by many apparitions,
They came to me, as I asked of them.
They were in a mass grave plot of my own,
In amongst the ivy covered corner to the left.
Everyone has one; some may have a few.
Tucked out of line of sight in a safe secret plot.
With strict instructions on not to open unless alone,
On secret auspicious ritualised dates.
Breath trapped in your throat for eternity.
Never quite remembering how strong some still are.
Drawn by their vampyric powers that,
Dare you to look, so of course, you do.
The smoke of the ages hark back at you with the,
Smell of ageing airless blood-written love spells on paper.
Vials of tears, ink and a whisper of ancient flowers.
The ghosts drift round you dust covered and wan.
Hoarded newspaper clippings, stubs, hearts,
postit notes, deadheaded roses and poetry,
(That makes you blush) and endearments,
Littered with "I love you's" and sighs.
Making you remember for a split second like,
You were there for the first time reading.
Heart
Broken haloesHere I lie at yo ur feet.
My heart cleaved clean in two.
By words I never thought,
I would hear drop like stones
Falling from your sweet lips.
My sad soul torn appart
drained, congealed, and withered.
The dread stops still in
my heavy chest. I'm beyond
repair, I thought you might
help fix me, yet I
lie. Unfixably broken.
Holding back choking bile.
Wholly alone, in your arms.
Not sure where to go next.
JumpStanding, toes over the edge.
Do not look down or vertigo will rule.
The dark waters calling, from within those incomparable depths.
The voices faint, hardly audible, but loud enough to be deafening.
Green waters, do not know what is underneath.
Sun atop the peaks of each rise, of each wave.
Golden lights forever dancing.
Moving as rhough carressed by the sunbeam- kisses quivering like an immense jello-bowl, under the sun.
Adrenaline racing, forever though the steel brick wall of oblivion.
Take my hand we will leap, dive, plunge into space and time and nothingness my friend.
Your hair straight, soft, flaxen, silken, silver-gold shines.
Your eyes alive light up as you look down into the mass below.
Falling endlessly, limbs flailing forever until..
The sting of contact, soft warm skin, slapping the surface to the depths where sunlight does not touch the cold.
Spray risies from nowhere, to everywhere,
Whats flying as we plunge down down into the inky dark.
Bubbles rising, water now an env
ShatteredThe mask of deviance that you should wear on your face. Stone cold, icy expresion staring out.
Hateful searing whittling glares
Eyes sparkling benevolently as a viper to prey.
Waiting to pounce.
Shoulders hard and stiff.
Like a block of ivory you stand, set and rigid.
Hands on thrust out hips.
Feet appart ready to strike- Full force
Curses like sewage spew, splattering all
that it touches pitching them with tar.
Dripping black anger frustration inside your blood boils at frenzy point.
Your lips crushed into a tense white line.
Crinkled up like a prune, out of proportion.
Eyebrows raised in indignation.
Voice gutteral and loud.
Blood rushes to your forehead,
Pounding beating thumping into your brain,
like a maniac onto your darkest soul.
Tunnel vision tuned into destruction
to an ultimate twisted goal.
Victory, bitter sweet victory
As anger fades to dust and blackness is forgotten.
For now, for now, until it rises its many ugly head again.
Anger is put to bed in the black.
How to mend a broken heartHow to mend a broken heart- for my littlest gothling
First of all, get up off the floor, like a big girl.
Little one, they are just not worth crying over.
You drunken mess! Breathe deeply, and centre yourself.
What did you expect with those lofty aspirations?
Assumptions make an ass of you and me it’s true.
Fetch tissues to mop your puddle of painful tears.
Ill hold you as you do it, I will even help.
I wish I could help more, but you have to do that.
Not entirely alone, although it may feel like that.
Your shrine for him, perched too precariously high,
Plummeted down in the strong winds of last night’s storm.
No supports, no ladder, no string to hold it down.
That’s where it all starts, with forevers, eternity,
And always ends with “I hate you’s and “now goodbye”
Take a pair of scissors, cut out his face from your mind.
Use a tweezers if you must. Cut it up into parts
Smallest pieces you can and then place to one side.
Now move onto your poor sad, fr
My GrandadMy Grandad Parker is a fabulous
Dashing fellow decked in tweed blazer,
Grandad drives a Mazda MX5,
Coloured in racing green (but of course!)
Dons his fave tweed cap and tweed tie,
He stands up to go, straightens his coat,
With a roar, spurts off into the night.
When he’s looking serious, he looks like
Clint Eastwood and does a wicked
Impression of ‘the’ Victor Mildrew.
Hes a Fellings man born and bred,
A gentle giant with big blue eyes.
He joined the Newcastle force,
Inspiration to my own Daddy,
Who joined the Royal Hong Kong Police.
Somethings we have in common are:
Poetry and our love of painting.
He writes great visual poetry,
And enjoys water colour paintings,
Of importance places and buildings.
I hope he likes the web page I made,
To show the world his grand creations.
He’s honest, and kind and giving too!
He has a cracking sense of humour
And a stupendous belly chortle.
He is super wicked is my Grandad.
03.12.07
DelinquentOn a collision course with destruction
Which path to choose
A world full of disillusionment
No matter what you’re going to lose
Words moving round your head
Worlds going round in a roundabout
The devil is my father
I am the devils spawn
Zombie, and lead-footed
Till I’m dead
Life what is that? I am without
Live in hell, die I’d rather
Bricked in by the roses burn,
Delinquent they call me,
Ruin written on my face
Am I a delinquent was I a mistake?
Why do I live in such disquiet?
How many times does my mind have to break?
Why do you look at me the way you do?
Why do I spew all these lies?
Death seems the way to start
Or rather live and let die.


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11 min read
The shoot pics are coming through at last!!!! Enjoy!!

I also do poetry: SheI am the incandescent she,
Who comes in the depth of night,
I am the multi-faceted spectre
Robed in glistening gossamer red,
The iridescent Mistress of your
Personal unfathomable lust.
The opalescent black winged
Goddess of unspeakable desire,
The illustrious mother
Of all the worldly daemons,
I am eternal, and ageless,  
My wisdom is endless,
My hunger is ravenous insatiable.
I am young whilst the earth is old.
Behold my majesty of flashing onyx eyes
That will drown you in their depths
Infinite black free flowing hair,
Ruby red luscious lips, hot caramel curves,
Dimpled spine arches, and skin so soft
And smooth, you could die in it.
No one else can touch you
Like I can touch you.
No one else can read you
I know your deepest darkest desires
I bow down to no man,  I will not submit,
Not even Yahweh himself
but I will make you do so in return.
For I can have any man any man at all
That I wish to, whether or not you are willing,
Whether or not you are awake.
I swallow
Neil SkinsNeil Skins
A mist of hot steam rolls into the hall
Strange fluffy bubble islands float like clouds
On unseen hot see-through liquid surface.
Ears perk up for that giveaway sound of,
clothes shed like the choice of skin of the day.
All with precise un-conscious ritual.
Into a neat little hill of Neil-skin
Soft, still warm in a spot where once, near by,
for a while, was a very naked boy.
festering for youSometimes I do wish that I was
a blemish on your warm sweet face
Left to fester for days to ooze,
to blossom white and splurt with grace.
Warm and cozy, nestled in your skin,
Wants to love you from within.

Mature Content

Just like thatAwake in the dark night.
The chams spans too wide
Between our two cold backs.
Yawning void of duvet.
Murmering softly you,
Are unaware whilst I,
Will sleep to fall on
my restless soul, mind and eyes,
Till I shuffle over
softly cooing your name,
and you plunge your head to my breasts,
breathing me in and
I forget what was the
matter when you hug me,
and it washes away,
salty tears of the night.
wishes lost in the mistLast night I was visited by many apparitions,
They came to me, as I asked of them.
They were in a mass grave plot of my own,
In amongst the ivy covered corner to the left.
Everyone has one; some may have a few.
Tucked out of line of sight in a safe secret plot.
With strict instructions on not to open unless alone,
On secret auspicious ritualised dates.
Breath trapped in your throat for eternity.
Never quite remembering how strong some still are.
Drawn by their vampyric powers that,
Dare you to look, so of course, you do.
The smoke of the ages hark back at you with the,
Smell of ageing airless blood-written love spells on paper.
Vials of tears, ink and a whisper of ancient flowers.
The ghosts drift round you dust covered and wan.
Hoarded newspaper clippings, stubs, hearts,
postit notes, deadheaded roses and poetry,
(That makes you blush) and endearments,
Littered with "I love you's" and sighs.
Making you remember for a split second like,
You were there for the first time reading.
Heart
Broken haloesHere I lie at yo ur feet.
My heart cleaved clean in two.
By words I never thought,
I would hear drop like stones
Falling from your sweet lips.
My sad soul torn appart
drained, congealed, and withered.
The dread stops still in
my heavy chest. I'm beyond
repair, I thought you might
help fix me, yet I
lie. Unfixably broken.
Holding back choking bile.
Wholly alone, in your arms.
Not sure where to go next.
JumpStanding, toes over the edge.
Do not look down or vertigo will rule.
The dark waters calling, from within those incomparable depths.
The voices faint, hardly audible, but loud enough to be deafening.
Green waters, do not know what is underneath.
Sun atop the peaks of each rise, of each wave.
Golden lights forever dancing.
Moving as rhough carressed by the sunbeam- kisses quivering like an immense jello-bowl, under the sun.
Adrenaline racing, forever though the steel brick wall of oblivion.
Take my hand we will leap, dive, plunge into space and time and nothingness my friend.
Your hair straight, soft, flaxen, silken, silver-gold shines.
Your eyes alive light up as you look down into the mass below.
Falling endlessly, limbs flailing forever until..
The sting of contact, soft warm skin, slapping the surface to the depths where sunlight does not touch the cold.
Spray risies from nowhere, to everywhere,
Whats flying as we plunge down down into the inky dark.
Bubbles rising, water now an env
ShatteredThe mask of deviance that you should wear on your face. Stone cold, icy expresion staring out.
Hateful searing whittling glares
Eyes sparkling benevolently as a viper to prey.
Waiting to pounce.
Shoulders hard and stiff.
Like a block of ivory you stand, set and rigid.
Hands on thrust out hips.
Feet appart ready to strike- Full force
Curses like sewage spew, splattering all
that it touches pitching them with tar.
Dripping black anger frustration inside your blood boils at frenzy point.
Your lips crushed into a tense white line.
Crinkled up like a prune, out of proportion.
Eyebrows raised in indignation.
Voice gutteral and loud.
Blood rushes to your forehead,
Pounding beating thumping into your brain,
like a maniac onto your darkest soul.
Tunnel vision tuned into destruction
to an ultimate twisted goal.
Victory, bitter sweet victory
As anger fades to dust and blackness is forgotten.
For now, for now, until it rises its many ugly head again.
Anger is put to bed in the black.
How to mend a broken heartHow to mend a broken heart- for my littlest gothling
First of all, get up off the floor, like a big girl.
Little one, they are just not worth crying over.
You drunken mess! Breathe deeply, and centre yourself.
What did you expect with those lofty aspirations?
Assumptions make an ass of you and me it’s true.
Fetch tissues to mop your puddle of painful tears.
Ill hold you as you do it, I will even help.
I wish I could help more, but you have to do that.
Not entirely alone, although it may feel like that.
Your shrine for him, perched too precariously high,
Plummeted down in the strong winds of last night’s storm.
No supports, no ladder, no string to hold it down.
That’s where it all starts, with forevers, eternity,
And always ends with “I hate you’s and “now goodbye”
Take a pair of scissors, cut out his face from your mind.
Use a tweezers if you must. Cut it up into parts
Smallest pieces you can and then place to one side.
Now move onto your poor sad, fr
My GrandadMy Grandad Parker is a fabulous
Dashing fellow decked in tweed blazer,
Grandad drives a Mazda MX5,
Coloured in racing green (but of course!)
Dons his fave tweed cap and tweed tie,
He stands up to go, straightens his coat,
With a roar, spurts off into the night.
When he’s looking serious, he looks like
Clint Eastwood and does a wicked
Impression of ‘the’ Victor Mildrew.
Hes a Fellings man born and bred,
A gentle giant with big blue eyes.
He joined the Newcastle force,
Inspiration to my own Daddy,
Who joined the Royal Hong Kong Police.
Somethings we have in common are:
Poetry and our love of painting.
He writes great visual poetry,
And enjoys water colour paintings,
Of importance places and buildings.
I hope he likes the web page I made,
To show the world his grand creations.
He’s honest, and kind and giving too!
He has a cracking sense of humour
And a stupendous belly chortle.
He is super wicked is my Grandad.
03.12.07
DelinquentOn a collision course with destruction
Which path to choose
A world full of disillusionment
No matter what you’re going to lose
Words moving round your head
Worlds going round in a roundabout
The devil is my father
I am the devils spawn
Zombie, and lead-footed
Till I’m dead
Life what is that? I am without
Live in hell, die I’d rather
Bricked in by the roses burn,
Delinquent they call me,
Ruin written on my face
Am I a delinquent was I a mistake?
Why do I live in such disquiet?
How many times does my mind have to break?
Why do you look at me the way you do?
Why do I spew all these lies?
Death seems the way to start
Or rather live and let die.


I am members of these clubs: :iconflower-lovers: :iconunframed-nature: :iconperspectate: :iconamateurphotography: :iconskyandnatureclub: :iconanalogshots: :iconcherry-blossom-love: :iconmountainshots: :iconcityscapes-club: :iconscapes::iconskyandnatureclub: :iconglamour: :iconsunsets: :iconglamour-portraits::iconeliteartists::iconfineartnudes: :iconfleshforfantasy: :iconnatures-beauty-club: :icon :iconpainters: :iconrainbow-trinity: :iconrestlessphotographer: :iconunseen-photographers: :iconwriters-club:
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11 min read
Honey I'm hooome

sorry everyone, I have just been so very busy. I have at last gone back on my account, and will, promise, upload some new stuff. In a good place at the moment, new job, new things to photo, and in a creative environment, which is incredibly important for me. Thank goodness, what a year of bizarreness 2010 already looks like a much better year. Onwards and upwards ~I say.

I also do poetry: SheI am the incandescent she,
Who comes in the depth of night,
I am the multi-faceted spectre
Robed in glistening gossamer red,
The iridescent Mistress of your
Personal unfathomable lust.
The opalescent black winged
Goddess of unspeakable desire,
The illustrious mother
Of all the worldly daemons,
I am eternal, and ageless,  
My wisdom is endless,
My hunger is ravenous insatiable.
I am young whilst the earth is old.
Behold my majesty of flashing onyx eyes
That will drown you in their depths
Infinite black free flowing hair,
Ruby red luscious lips, hot caramel curves,
Dimpled spine arches, and skin so soft
And smooth, you could die in it.
No one else can touch you
Like I can touch you.
No one else can read you
I know your deepest darkest desires
I bow down to no man,  I will not submit,
Not even Yahweh himself
but I will make you do so in return.
For I can have any man any man at all
That I wish to, whether or not you are willing,
Whether or not you are awake.
I swallow
Neil SkinsNeil Skins
A mist of hot steam rolls into the hall
Strange fluffy bubble islands float like clouds
On unseen hot see-through liquid surface.
Ears perk up for that giveaway sound of,
clothes shed like the choice of skin of the day.
All with precise un-conscious ritual.
Into a neat little hill of Neil-skin
Soft, still warm in a spot where once, near by,
for a while, was a very naked boy.
festering for youSometimes I do wish that I was
a blemish on your warm sweet face
Left to fester for days to ooze,
to blossom white and splurt with grace.
Warm and cozy, nestled in your skin,
Wants to love you from within.

Mature Content

Just like thatAwake in the dark night.
The chams spans too wide
Between our two cold backs.
Yawning void of duvet.
Murmering softly you,
Are unaware whilst I,
Will sleep to fall on
my restless soul, mind and eyes,
Till I shuffle over
softly cooing your name,
and you plunge your head to my breasts,
breathing me in and
I forget what was the
matter when you hug me,
and it washes away,
salty tears of the night.
wishes lost in the mistLast night I was visited by many apparitions,
They came to me, as I asked of them.
They were in a mass grave plot of my own,
In amongst the ivy covered corner to the left.
Everyone has one; some may have a few.
Tucked out of line of sight in a safe secret plot.
With strict instructions on not to open unless alone,
On secret auspicious ritualised dates.
Breath trapped in your throat for eternity.
Never quite remembering how strong some still are.
Drawn by their vampyric powers that,
Dare you to look, so of course, you do.
The smoke of the ages hark back at you with the,
Smell of ageing airless blood-written love spells on paper.
Vials of tears, ink and a whisper of ancient flowers.
The ghosts drift round you dust covered and wan.
Hoarded newspaper clippings, stubs, hearts,
postit notes, deadheaded roses and poetry,
(That makes you blush) and endearments,
Littered with "I love you's" and sighs.
Making you remember for a split second like,
You were there for the first time reading.
Heart
Broken haloesHere I lie at yo ur feet.
My heart cleaved clean in two.
By words I never thought,
I would hear drop like stones
Falling from your sweet lips.
My sad soul torn appart
drained, congealed, and withered.
The dread stops still in
my heavy chest. I'm beyond
repair, I thought you might
help fix me, yet I
lie. Unfixably broken.
Holding back choking bile.
Wholly alone, in your arms.
Not sure where to go next.
JumpStanding, toes over the edge.
Do not look down or vertigo will rule.
The dark waters calling, from within those incomparable depths.
The voices faint, hardly audible, but loud enough to be deafening.
Green waters, do not know what is underneath.
Sun atop the peaks of each rise, of each wave.
Golden lights forever dancing.
Moving as rhough carressed by the sunbeam- kisses quivering like an immense jello-bowl, under the sun.
Adrenaline racing, forever though the steel brick wall of oblivion.
Take my hand we will leap, dive, plunge into space and time and nothingness my friend.
Your hair straight, soft, flaxen, silken, silver-gold shines.
Your eyes alive light up as you look down into the mass below.
Falling endlessly, limbs flailing forever until..
The sting of contact, soft warm skin, slapping the surface to the depths where sunlight does not touch the cold.
Spray risies from nowhere, to everywhere,
Whats flying as we plunge down down into the inky dark.
Bubbles rising, water now an env
ShatteredThe mask of deviance that you should wear on your face. Stone cold, icy expresion staring out.
Hateful searing whittling glares
Eyes sparkling benevolently as a viper to prey.
Waiting to pounce.
Shoulders hard and stiff.
Like a block of ivory you stand, set and rigid.
Hands on thrust out hips.
Feet appart ready to strike- Full force
Curses like sewage spew, splattering all
that it touches pitching them with tar.
Dripping black anger frustration inside your blood boils at frenzy point.
Your lips crushed into a tense white line.
Crinkled up like a prune, out of proportion.
Eyebrows raised in indignation.
Voice gutteral and loud.
Blood rushes to your forehead,
Pounding beating thumping into your brain,
like a maniac onto your darkest soul.
Tunnel vision tuned into destruction
to an ultimate twisted goal.
Victory, bitter sweet victory
As anger fades to dust and blackness is forgotten.
For now, for now, until it rises its many ugly head again.
Anger is put to bed in the black.
How to mend a broken heartHow to mend a broken heart- for my littlest gothling
First of all, get up off the floor, like a big girl.
Little one, they are just not worth crying over.
You drunken mess! Breathe deeply, and centre yourself.
What did you expect with those lofty aspirations?
Assumptions make an ass of you and me it’s true.
Fetch tissues to mop your puddle of painful tears.
Ill hold you as you do it, I will even help.
I wish I could help more, but you have to do that.
Not entirely alone, although it may feel like that.
Your shrine for him, perched too precariously high,
Plummeted down in the strong winds of last night’s storm.
No supports, no ladder, no string to hold it down.
That’s where it all starts, with forevers, eternity,
And always ends with “I hate you’s and “now goodbye”
Take a pair of scissors, cut out his face from your mind.
Use a tweezers if you must. Cut it up into parts
Smallest pieces you can and then place to one side.
Now move onto your poor sad, fr
My GrandadMy Grandad Parker is a fabulous
Dashing fellow decked in tweed blazer,
Grandad drives a Mazda MX5,
Coloured in racing green (but of course!)
Dons his fave tweed cap and tweed tie,
He stands up to go, straightens his coat,
With a roar, spurts off into the night.
When he’s looking serious, he looks like
Clint Eastwood and does a wicked
Impression of ‘the’ Victor Mildrew.
Hes a Fellings man born and bred,
A gentle giant with big blue eyes.
He joined the Newcastle force,
Inspiration to my own Daddy,
Who joined the Royal Hong Kong Police.
Somethings we have in common are:
Poetry and our love of painting.
He writes great visual poetry,
And enjoys water colour paintings,
Of importance places and buildings.
I hope he likes the web page I made,
To show the world his grand creations.
He’s honest, and kind and giving too!
He has a cracking sense of humour
And a stupendous belly chortle.
He is super wicked is my Grandad.
03.12.07
DelinquentOn a collision course with destruction
Which path to choose
A world full of disillusionment
No matter what you’re going to lose
Words moving round your head
Worlds going round in a roundabout
The devil is my father
I am the devils spawn
Zombie, and lead-footed
Till I’m dead
Life what is that? I am without
Live in hell, die I’d rather
Bricked in by the roses burn,
Delinquent they call me,
Ruin written on my face
Am I a delinquent was I a mistake?
Why do I live in such disquiet?
How many times does my mind have to break?
Why do you look at me the way you do?
Why do I spew all these lies?
Death seems the way to start
Or rather live and let die.


I am members of these clubs: :iconflower-lovers: :iconunframed-nature: :iconperspectate: :iconamateurphotography: :iconskyandnatureclub: :iconanalogshots: :iconcherry-blossom-love: :iconmountainshots: :iconcityscapes-club: :iconscapes::iconskyandnatureclub: :iconglamour: :iconsunsets: :iconglamour-portraits::iconeliteartists::iconfineartnudes: :iconfleshforfantasy: :iconnatures-beauty-club: :icon :iconpainters: :iconrainbow-trinity: :iconrestlessphotographer: :iconunseen-photographers: :iconwriters-club:
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ooh I'll do this...I know, a terrible example of self promotion, but I promise to do features of my nearest and dearest soon. XX

sorry everyone, I have just been so very busy. I have at last gone back on my account, and will, promise, upload some new stuff. In a good place at the moment, new job, new things to photo, and in a creative environment, which is incredibly important for me. Thank goodness, what a year of bizarreness 2010 already looks like a much better year. Onwards and upwards ~I say.

I like these photos: looming cross by Rhoehypnol leaf oasis by Rhoehypnol on the onset of dusk by Rhoehypnol: mothership looms by Rhoehypnol old vs new liverpool st by Rhoehypnol thumb90712138: water drops in a line by Rhoehypnol Yellow by Rhoehypnol icon worship by Rhoehypnol way out dude by Rhoehypnol swan below by Rhoehypnol you and me against the world by Rhoehypnol you and me babe by Rhoehypnol door by Rhoehypnol the morning after by Rhoehypnol puzzle tree by Rhoehypnol meet me under the blossoms 2 by Rhoehypnol taste of spring by Rhoehypnol blue ice by Rhoehypnol the ripple and the duck by Rhoehypnol deterioration by Rhoehypnol blue ice on the water by Rhoehypnol look thru the looking glass 3 by Rhoehypnol look thru the looking glass 2 by Rhoehypnol look thru the looking glass by Rhoehypnol green rust by Rhoehypnol Blue mountains of Tibet 4 by Rhoehypnol Blue mountains of Tibet 3 by Rhoehypnol to lo highway sunset again by Rhoehypnol sparkly curtain by Rhoehypnol blue coil by Rhoehypnol sunlight and scaffolds by Rhoehypnol Swan in the tree by Rhoehypnol frill seeking knees by Rhoehypnol (as someone has requested it to be made into a print) little house on the estate by Rhoehypnol buddah astride earth by Rhoehypnol urban sunset 3 by Rhoehypnol What you looking at 2 by Rhoehypnol cheap frills  n lace in time by Rhoehypnol

However, here are my paintings:

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The Thinking goth by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

I am she by Rhoehypnol
take my Gorgan heart by Rhoehypnol take my alternative heart by Rhoehypnol take my simple heart 2 by Rhoehypnol take my sweet heart 2 by Rhoehypnol take my oriental heart 2 by Rhoehypnol four little xmas teasers by Rhoehypnol more wet and fresh by Rhoehypnol (just cus its been sold) Me by Me by Chilm by Rhoehypnol Purple Wendy by Rhoehypnol Little ann by Rhoehypnol Lips and eye by Rhoehypnol Position 3 front by Rhoehypnol Position 3 side by Rhoehypnol Position 2 front by Rhoehypnol Position 1 front by Rhoehypnol Position 1 side by Rhoehypnol Broken hearts I by Rhoehypnol Ying Yang Balance by Rhoehypnol

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Little Star's Jigglypuffs by Rhoehypnol
Me n my Honey by Rhoehypnol Firebird in space by Rhoehypnol Broken Hearts II by Rhoehypnol Red lady by Rhoehypnol Two little pussies by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

Fire Goddess II by Rhoehypnol
Spaghetti incident breakup by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

Fire Goddess by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

The Thinking goth II by Rhoehypnol
Little Star sleeps by Rhoehypnol Brooksie by Rhoehypnol Little flower girl by Rhoehypnol

I also do poetry: SheI am the incandescent she,
Who comes in the depth of night,
I am the multi-faceted spectre
Robed in glistening gossamer red,
The iridescent Mistress of your
Personal unfathomable lust.
The opalescent black winged
Goddess of unspeakable desire,
The illustrious mother
Of all the worldly daemons,
I am eternal, and ageless,  
My wisdom is endless,
My hunger is ravenous insatiable.
I am young whilst the earth is old.
Behold my majesty of flashing onyx eyes
That will drown you in their depths
Infinite black free flowing hair,
Ruby red luscious lips, hot caramel curves,
Dimpled spine arches, and skin so soft
And smooth, you could die in it.
No one else can touch you
Like I can touch you.
No one else can read you
I know your deepest darkest desires
I bow down to no man,  I will not submit,
Not even Yahweh himself
but I will make you do so in return.
For I can have any man any man at all
That I wish to, whether or not you are willing,
Whether or not you are awake.
I swallow
Neil SkinsNeil Skins
A mist of hot steam rolls into the hall
Strange fluffy bubble islands float like clouds
On unseen hot see-through liquid surface.
Ears perk up for that giveaway sound of,
clothes shed like the choice of skin of the day.
All with precise un-conscious ritual.
Into a neat little hill of Neil-skin
Soft, still warm in a spot where once, near by,
for a while, was a very naked boy.
festering for youSometimes I do wish that I was
a blemish on your warm sweet face
Left to fester for days to ooze,
to blossom white and splurt with grace.
Warm and cozy, nestled in your skin,
Wants to love you from within.

Mature Content

Just like thatAwake in the dark night.
The chams spans too wide
Between our two cold backs.
Yawning void of duvet.
Murmering softly you,
Are unaware whilst I,
Will sleep to fall on
my restless soul, mind and eyes,
Till I shuffle over
softly cooing your name,
and you plunge your head to my breasts,
breathing me in and
I forget what was the
matter when you hug me,
and it washes away,
salty tears of the night.
wishes lost in the mistLast night I was visited by many apparitions,
They came to me, as I asked of them.
They were in a mass grave plot of my own,
In amongst the ivy covered corner to the left.
Everyone has one; some may have a few.
Tucked out of line of sight in a safe secret plot.
With strict instructions on not to open unless alone,
On secret auspicious ritualised dates.
Breath trapped in your throat for eternity.
Never quite remembering how strong some still are.
Drawn by their vampyric powers that,
Dare you to look, so of course, you do.
The smoke of the ages hark back at you with the,
Smell of ageing airless blood-written love spells on paper.
Vials of tears, ink and a whisper of ancient flowers.
The ghosts drift round you dust covered and wan.
Hoarded newspaper clippings, stubs, hearts,
postit notes, deadheaded roses and poetry,
(That makes you blush) and endearments,
Littered with "I love you's" and sighs.
Making you remember for a split second like,
You were there for the first time reading.
Heart
Broken haloesHere I lie at yo ur feet.
My heart cleaved clean in two.
By words I never thought,
I would hear drop like stones
Falling from your sweet lips.
My sad soul torn appart
drained, congealed, and withered.
The dread stops still in
my heavy chest. I'm beyond
repair, I thought you might
help fix me, yet I
lie. Unfixably broken.
Holding back choking bile.
Wholly alone, in your arms.
Not sure where to go next.
JumpStanding, toes over the edge.
Do not look down or vertigo will rule.
The dark waters calling, from within those incomparable depths.
The voices faint, hardly audible, but loud enough to be deafening.
Green waters, do not know what is underneath.
Sun atop the peaks of each rise, of each wave.
Golden lights forever dancing.
Moving as rhough carressed by the sunbeam- kisses quivering like an immense jello-bowl, under the sun.
Adrenaline racing, forever though the steel brick wall of oblivion.
Take my hand we will leap, dive, plunge into space and time and nothingness my friend.
Your hair straight, soft, flaxen, silken, silver-gold shines.
Your eyes alive light up as you look down into the mass below.
Falling endlessly, limbs flailing forever until..
The sting of contact, soft warm skin, slapping the surface to the depths where sunlight does not touch the cold.
Spray risies from nowhere, to everywhere,
Whats flying as we plunge down down into the inky dark.
Bubbles rising, water now an env
ShatteredThe mask of deviance that you should wear on your face. Stone cold, icy expresion staring out.
Hateful searing whittling glares
Eyes sparkling benevolently as a viper to prey.
Waiting to pounce.
Shoulders hard and stiff.
Like a block of ivory you stand, set and rigid.
Hands on thrust out hips.
Feet appart ready to strike- Full force
Curses like sewage spew, splattering all
that it touches pitching them with tar.
Dripping black anger frustration inside your blood boils at frenzy point.
Your lips crushed into a tense white line.
Crinkled up like a prune, out of proportion.
Eyebrows raised in indignation.
Voice gutteral and loud.
Blood rushes to your forehead,
Pounding beating thumping into your brain,
like a maniac onto your darkest soul.
Tunnel vision tuned into destruction
to an ultimate twisted goal.
Victory, bitter sweet victory
As anger fades to dust and blackness is forgotten.
For now, for now, until it rises its many ugly head again.
Anger is put to bed in the black.
How to mend a broken heartHow to mend a broken heart- for my littlest gothling
First of all, get up off the floor, like a big girl.
Little one, they are just not worth crying over.
You drunken mess! Breathe deeply, and centre yourself.
What did you expect with those lofty aspirations?
Assumptions make an ass of you and me it’s true.
Fetch tissues to mop your puddle of painful tears.
Ill hold you as you do it, I will even help.
I wish I could help more, but you have to do that.
Not entirely alone, although it may feel like that.
Your shrine for him, perched too precariously high,
Plummeted down in the strong winds of last night’s storm.
No supports, no ladder, no string to hold it down.
That’s where it all starts, with forevers, eternity,
And always ends with “I hate you’s and “now goodbye”
Take a pair of scissors, cut out his face from your mind.
Use a tweezers if you must. Cut it up into parts
Smallest pieces you can and then place to one side.
Now move onto your poor sad, fr
My GrandadMy Grandad Parker is a fabulous
Dashing fellow decked in tweed blazer,
Grandad drives a Mazda MX5,
Coloured in racing green (but of course!)
Dons his fave tweed cap and tweed tie,
He stands up to go, straightens his coat,
With a roar, spurts off into the night.
When he’s looking serious, he looks like
Clint Eastwood and does a wicked
Impression of ‘the’ Victor Mildrew.
Hes a Fellings man born and bred,
A gentle giant with big blue eyes.
He joined the Newcastle force,
Inspiration to my own Daddy,
Who joined the Royal Hong Kong Police.
Somethings we have in common are:
Poetry and our love of painting.
He writes great visual poetry,
And enjoys water colour paintings,
Of importance places and buildings.
I hope he likes the web page I made,
To show the world his grand creations.
He’s honest, and kind and giving too!
He has a cracking sense of humour
And a stupendous belly chortle.
He is super wicked is my Grandad.
03.12.07
DelinquentOn a collision course with destruction
Which path to choose
A world full of disillusionment
No matter what you’re going to lose
Words moving round your head
Worlds going round in a roundabout
The devil is my father
I am the devils spawn
Zombie, and lead-footed
Till I’m dead
Life what is that? I am without
Live in hell, die I’d rather
Bricked in by the roses burn,
Delinquent they call me,
Ruin written on my face
Am I a delinquent was I a mistake?
Why do I live in such disquiet?
How many times does my mind have to break?
Why do you look at me the way you do?
Why do I spew all these lies?
Death seems the way to start
Or rather live and let die.


I am members of these clubs: :iconflower-lovers: :iconunframed-nature: :iconperspectate: :iconamateurphotography: :iconskyandnatureclub: :iconanalogshots: :iconcherry-blossom-love: :iconmountainshots: :iconcityscapes-club: :iconscapes::iconskyandnatureclub: :iconglamour: :iconsunsets: :iconglamour-portraits::iconeliteartists::iconfineartnudes: :iconfleshforfantasy: :iconnatures-beauty-club: :icon :iconpainters: :iconrainbow-trinity: :iconrestlessphotographer: :iconunseen-photographers: :iconwriters-club:
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ooh I'll do this...I know, a terrible example of self promotion, but I promise to do features of my nearest and dearest soon. XX

Here is the deal....

I have featured 3 pics from your gallery, now you must pass the joy on and feature me along side a number of other artists of your choosing..Go!

i have chosen to feature 13 as that is my favourite number.

As it was first brought to my attention by the lovely :iconchilm: I make him first

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:iconpelicanh:
:thumb104782445:  :thumb99644698:  :thumb58582109:

:iconaoife-fionn:

puffball by aoife-fionn   bond street by aoife-fionn :thumb53917945:

:icondarkness-in-the-lens:

The Moon is Out Early by Darkness-in-the-lens Silhouetted Flowers by Darkness-in-the-lens   Cloudscape by Darkness-in-the-lens

:icondeedeepickles:

:thumb67218823:   Intervention by deedeepickles Embodyment by deedeepickles

:iconhakanphotography:

I've Been Dirt 5 by hakanphotography  :thumb93604978: :thumb37415811:

:iconkarincoma:

_sentinels beta by karincoma   . blue floating wallpaper . by karincoma   . violette . by karincoma

:iconpanzergoth:

Burning Colors by PanzerGoth   Le jardin exotique by PanzerGoth  

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Let me be Your Mistress by PanzerGoth


:iconkris-wilson:

Coughing by kris-wilson Wonder by kris-wilson Diddle by kris-wilson

:iconabstormal:

Smallest Chicken Ever by Abstormal White Angel by Abstormal Now Were Walking by Abstormal

:iconsergey1984:
Cat and Baby Rabbit... by sergey1984 Another Captivating Moment by sergey1984 Dew Neckles... by sergey1984

:iconelvenslag:
The Snow Elves Domain by elvenslag Bright eye's Button nose by elvenslag Rhoeanda Salamanda by elvenslag

:iconjohnrichards679:

Swan on Dark water by johnrichards679 Dandelion by johnrichards679 Spoils of war 03 by johnrichards679

:iconblackmagealodia:

Oriental Passion by BlackMageAlodia Stare by BlackMageAlodia Let's Rock by BlackMageAlodia

It turns out I cant count, so instad I have featured 14...


Also been unexpectedly featured in 5 places : here suds344.deviantart.com/journal…
www.x-xmelx-x.deviantart.com/j… and here: trolldunord.deviantart.com/jou… awesome stuff!
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Wow, and all of different stuff, thanks so much!

I like these photos: looming cross by Rhoehypnol leaf oasis by Rhoehypnol on the onset of dusk by Rhoehypnol: mothership looms by Rhoehypnol old vs new liverpool st by Rhoehypnol thumb90712138: water drops in a line by Rhoehypnol Yellow by Rhoehypnol icon worship by Rhoehypnol way out dude by Rhoehypnol swan below by Rhoehypnol you and me against the world by Rhoehypnol you and me babe by Rhoehypnol door by Rhoehypnol the morning after by Rhoehypnol puzzle tree by Rhoehypnol meet me under the blossoms 2 by Rhoehypnol taste of spring by Rhoehypnol blue ice by Rhoehypnol the ripple and the duck by Rhoehypnol deterioration by Rhoehypnol blue ice on the water by Rhoehypnol look thru the looking glass 3 by Rhoehypnol look thru the looking glass 2 by Rhoehypnol look thru the looking glass by Rhoehypnol green rust by Rhoehypnol Blue mountains of Tibet 4 by Rhoehypnol Blue mountains of Tibet 3 by Rhoehypnol to lo highway sunset again by Rhoehypnol sparkly curtain by Rhoehypnol blue coil by Rhoehypnol sunlight and scaffolds by Rhoehypnol Swan in the tree by Rhoehypnol frill seeking knees by Rhoehypnol (as someone has requested it to be made into a print) little house on the estate by Rhoehypnol buddah astride earth by Rhoehypnol urban sunset 3 by Rhoehypnol What you looking at 2 by Rhoehypnol cheap frills  n lace in time by Rhoehypnol

However, here are my paintings:

Mature Content

The Thinking goth by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

I am she by Rhoehypnol
take my Gorgan heart by Rhoehypnol take my alternative heart by Rhoehypnol take my simple heart 2 by Rhoehypnol take my sweet heart 2 by Rhoehypnol take my oriental heart 2 by Rhoehypnol four little xmas teasers by Rhoehypnol more wet and fresh by Rhoehypnol (just cus its been sold) Me by Me by Chilm by Rhoehypnol Purple Wendy by Rhoehypnol Little ann by Rhoehypnol Lips and eye by Rhoehypnol Position 3 front by Rhoehypnol Position 3 side by Rhoehypnol Position 2 front by Rhoehypnol Position 1 front by Rhoehypnol Position 1 side by Rhoehypnol Broken hearts I by Rhoehypnol Ying Yang Balance by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

Little Star's Jigglypuffs by Rhoehypnol
Me n my Honey by Rhoehypnol Firebird in space by Rhoehypnol Broken Hearts II by Rhoehypnol Red lady by Rhoehypnol Two little pussies by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

Fire Goddess II by Rhoehypnol
Spaghetti incident breakup by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

Fire Goddess by Rhoehypnol

Mature Content

The Thinking goth II by Rhoehypnol
Little Star sleeps by Rhoehypnol Brooksie by Rhoehypnol Little flower girl by Rhoehypnol

I also do poetry: SheI am the incandescent she,
Who comes in the depth of night,
I am the multi-faceted spectre
Robed in glistening gossamer red,
The iridescent Mistress of your
Personal unfathomable lust.
The opalescent black winged
Goddess of unspeakable desire,
The illustrious mother
Of all the worldly daemons,
I am eternal, and ageless,  
My wisdom is endless,
My hunger is ravenous insatiable.
I am young whilst the earth is old.
Behold my majesty of flashing onyx eyes
That will drown you in their depths
Infinite black free flowing hair,
Ruby red luscious lips, hot caramel curves,
Dimpled spine arches, and skin so soft
And smooth, you could die in it.
No one else can touch you
Like I can touch you.
No one else can read you
I know your deepest darkest desires
I bow down to no man,  I will not submit,
Not even Yahweh himself
but I will make you do so in return.
For I can have any man any man at all
That I wish to, whether or not you are willing,
Whether or not you are awake.
I swallow
Neil SkinsNeil Skins
A mist of hot steam rolls into the hall
Strange fluffy bubble islands float like clouds
On unseen hot see-through liquid surface.
Ears perk up for that giveaway sound of,
clothes shed like the choice of skin of the day.
All with precise un-conscious ritual.
Into a neat little hill of Neil-skin
Soft, still warm in a spot where once, near by,
for a while, was a very naked boy.
festering for youSometimes I do wish that I was
a blemish on your warm sweet face
Left to fester for days to ooze,
to blossom white and splurt with grace.
Warm and cozy, nestled in your skin,
Wants to love you from within.

Mature Content

Just like thatAwake in the dark night.
The chams spans too wide
Between our two cold backs.
Yawning void of duvet.
Murmering softly you,
Are unaware whilst I,
Will sleep to fall on
my restless soul, mind and eyes,
Till I shuffle over
softly cooing your name,
and you plunge your head to my breasts,
breathing me in and
I forget what was the
matter when you hug me,
and it washes away,
salty tears of the night.
wishes lost in the mistLast night I was visited by many apparitions,
They came to me, as I asked of them.
They were in a mass grave plot of my own,
In amongst the ivy covered corner to the left.
Everyone has one; some may have a few.
Tucked out of line of sight in a safe secret plot.
With strict instructions on not to open unless alone,
On secret auspicious ritualised dates.
Breath trapped in your throat for eternity.
Never quite remembering how strong some still are.
Drawn by their vampyric powers that,
Dare you to look, so of course, you do.
The smoke of the ages hark back at you with the,
Smell of ageing airless blood-written love spells on paper.
Vials of tears, ink and a whisper of ancient flowers.
The ghosts drift round you dust covered and wan.
Hoarded newspaper clippings, stubs, hearts,
postit notes, deadheaded roses and poetry,
(That makes you blush) and endearments,
Littered with "I love you's" and sighs.
Making you remember for a split second like,
You were there for the first time reading.
Heart
Broken haloesHere I lie at yo ur feet.
My heart cleaved clean in two.
By words I never thought,
I would hear drop like stones
Falling from your sweet lips.
My sad soul torn appart
drained, congealed, and withered.
The dread stops still in
my heavy chest. I'm beyond
repair, I thought you might
help fix me, yet I
lie. Unfixably broken.
Holding back choking bile.
Wholly alone, in your arms.
Not sure where to go next.
JumpStanding, toes over the edge.
Do not look down or vertigo will rule.
The dark waters calling, from within those incomparable depths.
The voices faint, hardly audible, but loud enough to be deafening.
Green waters, do not know what is underneath.
Sun atop the peaks of each rise, of each wave.
Golden lights forever dancing.
Moving as rhough carressed by the sunbeam- kisses quivering like an immense jello-bowl, under the sun.
Adrenaline racing, forever though the steel brick wall of oblivion.
Take my hand we will leap, dive, plunge into space and time and nothingness my friend.
Your hair straight, soft, flaxen, silken, silver-gold shines.
Your eyes alive light up as you look down into the mass below.
Falling endlessly, limbs flailing forever until..
The sting of contact, soft warm skin, slapping the surface to the depths where sunlight does not touch the cold.
Spray risies from nowhere, to everywhere,
Whats flying as we plunge down down into the inky dark.
Bubbles rising, water now an env
ShatteredThe mask of deviance that you should wear on your face. Stone cold, icy expresion staring out.
Hateful searing whittling glares
Eyes sparkling benevolently as a viper to prey.
Waiting to pounce.
Shoulders hard and stiff.
Like a block of ivory you stand, set and rigid.
Hands on thrust out hips.
Feet appart ready to strike- Full force
Curses like sewage spew, splattering all
that it touches pitching them with tar.
Dripping black anger frustration inside your blood boils at frenzy point.
Your lips crushed into a tense white line.
Crinkled up like a prune, out of proportion.
Eyebrows raised in indignation.
Voice gutteral and loud.
Blood rushes to your forehead,
Pounding beating thumping into your brain,
like a maniac onto your darkest soul.
Tunnel vision tuned into destruction
to an ultimate twisted goal.
Victory, bitter sweet victory
As anger fades to dust and blackness is forgotten.
For now, for now, until it rises its many ugly head again.
Anger is put to bed in the black.
How to mend a broken heartHow to mend a broken heart- for my littlest gothling
First of all, get up off the floor, like a big girl.
Little one, they are just not worth crying over.
You drunken mess! Breathe deeply, and centre yourself.
What did you expect with those lofty aspirations?
Assumptions make an ass of you and me it’s true.
Fetch tissues to mop your puddle of painful tears.
Ill hold you as you do it, I will even help.
I wish I could help more, but you have to do that.
Not entirely alone, although it may feel like that.
Your shrine for him, perched too precariously high,
Plummeted down in the strong winds of last night’s storm.
No supports, no ladder, no string to hold it down.
That’s where it all starts, with forevers, eternity,
And always ends with “I hate you’s and “now goodbye”
Take a pair of scissors, cut out his face from your mind.
Use a tweezers if you must. Cut it up into parts
Smallest pieces you can and then place to one side.
Now move onto your poor sad, fr
My GrandadMy Grandad Parker is a fabulous
Dashing fellow decked in tweed blazer,
Grandad drives a Mazda MX5,
Coloured in racing green (but of course!)
Dons his fave tweed cap and tweed tie,
He stands up to go, straightens his coat,
With a roar, spurts off into the night.
When he’s looking serious, he looks like
Clint Eastwood and does a wicked
Impression of ‘the’ Victor Mildrew.
Hes a Fellings man born and bred,
A gentle giant with big blue eyes.
He joined the Newcastle force,
Inspiration to my own Daddy,
Who joined the Royal Hong Kong Police.
Somethings we have in common are:
Poetry and our love of painting.
He writes great visual poetry,
And enjoys water colour paintings,
Of importance places and buildings.
I hope he likes the web page I made,
To show the world his grand creations.
He’s honest, and kind and giving too!
He has a cracking sense of humour
And a stupendous belly chortle.
He is super wicked is my Grandad.
03.12.07
DelinquentOn a collision course with destruction
Which path to choose
A world full of disillusionment
No matter what you’re going to lose
Words moving round your head
Worlds going round in a roundabout
The devil is my father
I am the devils spawn
Zombie, and lead-footed
Till I’m dead
Life what is that? I am without
Live in hell, die I’d rather
Bricked in by the roses burn,
Delinquent they call me,
Ruin written on my face
Am I a delinquent was I a mistake?
Why do I live in such disquiet?
How many times does my mind have to break?
Why do you look at me the way you do?
Why do I spew all these lies?
Death seems the way to start
Or rather live and let die.


I am members of these clubs: :iconflower-lovers: :iconunframed-nature: :iconperspectate: :iconamateurphotography: :iconskyandnatureclub: :iconanalogshots: :iconcherry-blossom-love: :iconmountainshots: :iconcityscapes-club: :iconscapes::iconskyandnatureclub: :iconglamour: :iconsunsets: :iconglamour-portraits::iconeliteartists::iconfineartnudes: :iconfleshforfantasy: :iconnatures-beauty-club: :icon :iconpainters: :iconrainbow-trinity: :iconrestlessphotographer: :iconunseen-photographers: :iconwriters-club:
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