Old-Blacksmith
the thought of any peculiar thing can blow a man's mind away. Anything over analyzed will take away from the bliss that is ignorance.
the arts can be defined as pretty much anything, so why even bother calling anything the arts when something else completely different can be just as, if not, more beautiful.
drawing sucks. stick figures FOREVER!
the roar of the fire burned my skin even from the view from my house. The whole forest was ablaze. Like the Earth couldn't handle it anymore. It's lived it's life and the only the left to do is die. That's all the universe is anyway, death. Our one and only true goal, set when we are born and accomplished when pass.
The ground is my only friend. We are one in the same. I am the Earth and the Earth is me. We are all simply stardust.
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