She was a leader. You were a believer. See where it took you. You can’t get away. If you pass away too early. You don’t need to worry. Who will you follow, When your son has turned away? The animal kingdom. An alternative to freedom. Awaken in your nightmare, Of paradise demise.
Read MoreStarted this picture after Ciderfest ’16, went unfinished for over a year due to my creative depression, and now I’m bringing it to Whinny City Pony Con. Killin it with this new style lately!
Read MoreInsane am I the only motherbucker with a brain? I’m hearing voices, but all they do is complain. How many time have you wanted to kill, Everything and everyone say you’ll do it but never will? You can’t see Canterlot without Twilight Sparkle’s eyes! You can’t see Canterlot without Twilight Sparkle’s eyes!
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A reupload of an old picture of mine from 2011, figured it was too pretty to fade away into obscurity!
Read MoreMy first submission in over a year, well after a heavy burnout period, and how ironic that it’s some pretentious art crap; a parody of René Magritte’s The Treachery of Images
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Also also, do you think Rarity listens to Jazz while she rests on that couch? Because I was listening to noir jazz while I drew this.
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“Come forth for the cattle call. Confront the evil river you can’t control. Wicked ways and venomous eyes, just human pony nature in disguise. Lost in this world, out on the edge, with death by our sides. Today I sworn that I wouldn’t mourn ya, Clouds over California Canterlot.”
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“E.M.P. from the mother and son, tore the digital down. Dawned are the age of the innocent ones. The indigo children. Analog time piece, sky wide, sync to the ticker inside. Move to the rhythm of the moon and tide, the indigo children. “
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“Among deep green hills two eyes get lost in forests. Crystal flower, images slip. Among the trunks of the trees visions appear from the ground. Shades without roots but still exist. Strange animals. An eternal vital chain. Monstrous pre-historic. A level of unearthly power. But still… Everything flows. Some kind of a magic scar. Everything […]
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