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Description
Time: The equvilant of a week?
Materials: Water Colour pencils, white gel pen to touch it up a bit, gloss on the blood, water colour paint & inks on the background.
Song: Myxomatosis ~ Radiohead ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?vgeKRbmUBns

Hey.
This is as close to an actual photo as you're gonna get... No, I'm not being one of those people who actually try to convince you that they're an animal. This is just.... What I feel like I guess.

& the song is like a personal soundtrack, it feels, if I can claim such a thing.

Not so sure I like my addition of peacock feathers, but it was at the point of no return that I realised I wasn't so fond...

Something I wrote for this, cause I had the time
Read it while listening to the song please:

The peal of jinglebells,
Stinging sockets as each tear wells,
The peach and primrose patchwork
Shrouds where the scars lurk.

Pierced by the murcury and cobalt,
Tasting leaking rust and salt

Merry mask from brow to jowl,
Hides where the eyeball bruise-hue purple prowls.
Cloaked in the technicoloured dreamcoat,
Gorge-fed on the lies to chke and bloat.

Pierced by the murcury and cobalt.
Tasting leaking rust and salt

Enticing twirling of the hand carved staff,
They blissfully misread the gasps in laughs.
Eternal soloist onstage,
Shuddering blindly from near-blackout rage.

Pierced by the murcury and cobalt,
Tasting leaking rust and salt.

"Myxomatosis"

The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his new found friends
He said I been where I liked
I slept with who I like
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice
But now
I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied
I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down real neat
They were cheering and waving
Cheering and waving
Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
But it got edited fucked up
Strangled beaten up
Used in a photo in time magazine
Buried in a burning black hole in devon
I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied
Don't know why
I feel
So skinned alive.
My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
Yeah no one likes a smart ass but we all like stars
But that wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason
It must have got mixed up
Strangled beaten up
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
I don't know why I
Feel so tongue-tied

Description
Time: The equvilant of a week?
Materials: Water Colour pencils, white gel pen to touch it up a bit, gloss on the blood, water colour paint & inks on the background.
Song: Myxomatosis ~ Radiohead ttp://www.youtube.com/watch?vgeKRbmUBns

Hey.
This is as close to an actual photo as you're gonna get... No, I'm not being one of those people who actually try to convince you that they're an animal. This is just.... What I feel like I guess.

& the song is like a personal soundtrack, it feels, if I can claim such a thing.

Not so sure I like my addition of peacock feathers, but it was at the point of no return that I realised I wasn't so fond...

Something I wrote for this, cause I had the time
Read it while listening to the song please:

The peal of jinglebells,
Stinging sockets as each tear wells,
The peach and primrose patchwork
Shrouds where the scars lurk.

Pierced by the murcury and cobalt,
Tasting leaking rust and salt

Merry mask from brow to jowl,
Hides where the eyeball bruise-hue purple prowls.
Cloaked in the technicoloured dreamcoat,
Gorge-fed on the lies to chke and bloat.

Pierced by the murcury and cobalt.
Tasting leaking rust and salt

Enticing twirling of the hand carved staff,
They blissfully misread the gasps in laughs.
Eternal soloist onstage,
Shuddering blindly from near-blackout rage.

Pierced by the murcury and cobalt,
Tasting leaking rust and salt.

"Myxomatosis"

The mongrel cat came home
Holding half a head
Proceeded to show it off
To all his new found friends
He said I been where I liked
I slept with who I like
She ate me up for breakfast
She screwed me in a vice
But now
I don't know why
I feel so tongue-tied
I sat in the cupboard
And wrote it down real neat
They were cheering and waving
Cheering and waving
Twitching and salivating like with myxomatosis
But it got edited fucked up
Strangled beaten up
Used in a photo in time magazine
Buried in a burning black hole in devon
I don't know why I feel so tongue-tied
Don't know why
I feel
So skinned alive.
My thoughts are misguided and a little naive
I twitch and I salivate like with myxomatosis
You should put me in a home or you should put me down
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
Yeah no one likes a smart ass but we all like stars
But that wasn't my intention, I did it for a reason
It must have got mixed up
Strangled beaten up
I got myxomatosis
I got myxomatosis
I don't know why I
Feel so tongue-tied