Sculpted art concepts by James Hakola
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Sculpted art concepts by James Hakola
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ThEyseS
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Freedom! To scrimp or to fritter, as I see fit. |
Ancillary, am I assuredly. |
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Soho! Pravda! |
Greenwich! Verdad! |
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Soooooong!
Again? |
It's
hardly in my best interest, or that of those around us.
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I was foolish to doubt your intentions. Let us ameliorate. |
Sap.
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The
compunction of your function demands an injunction.
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If I weren't here, you would be alone. Miserably. |
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Sometimes... I flee.
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Demonstrate.
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Now
it's time... for THIS!
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Would that it were the case,
I could advocate your companionship, by and by.
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Not a skull. But perhaps a cranium. |
I exist! Ixist! Xist! Ist! St! T! ! |
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We did it! By we I mean I. |
If you exist and I do not realize it, then you are of no consequence. None whatever. |
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Did I sound like you just then? If so, I misspoke. |
I'm
not you, I'm Better.
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Never copy me. It is beyond your nature. |
I am that which you are not.
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Not
from here, but not far.
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I
prithee, whence?
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I enjoy your joy.
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Yet another mistake. Let us examine the ways in which you have erred. Trust me, I have the time. |
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Have
you seen my master? I beg of thee.
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Turn around and walk.
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You.
The simple miracle of you.
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It wasn't always like this. It used to be nice. It used to be pleasurable. |
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Don't draw me. I didn't. |
Can you rephrase that as a statement, which answers a common non-sequitur rhetorical question? I love rhetoric. |
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Fine. Make me guess. Chinese? |
I am not disinclined to
disbelieve that you are not an idiot.
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Shaddap,
you. Hand me your cash. And all your clothes. Except that tee-shirt.
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(Pope)
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"This is the place I want you
to want me to be."
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Yes,
it isn't.
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The prospect of waiting for you is a sorrowful endeavour. Shall I continue? |
In
which direction?
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I make daily. |
Don't
never try. I didn't.
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By sheer will, with the help of the Almighty, I swear to you on this day, that before I rest, I'll... nevermind. |
Dispense
with you.
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Ease my suffering. Remove this stake from mine eye. |
Sadly, I comprehend.
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My elation grows in rows. |
Stupendous,
I suppose.
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Sadly, (c) 2006 James
Hakola
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All content ©1997-2006 James Hakola. All rights reserved.
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