i Need to be biten by that spider that bit peter parker because i Cannot deal with glasses anymore. save me spider i cant fucking see
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i Need to be biten by that spider that bit peter parker because i Cannot deal with glasses anymore. save me spider i cant fucking see
That time in the 90's when a bunch of vibes movies came out
Hellboy, for a work in digital arts.
LXX
Only Colors
His hair was long
Silver like the moonlight reflected on the water of the stream he faced
He held time in his hands
The ticking of the clocks surrounded him like clouds of summer evening fireflies
He turned his head
His ears perking at the sound of my footsteps and the leaves under them
"Come stand by the river," he said
His voice deep yet aged, like the roots of the willow he stood under
And as I took the last step to meet him by his side
The ticking stopped and even the air halted around us
Silence stilled the air
I swore I could see light moving through the grass, lush and green past the bank
He smiled dimly, laughed a single laugh
And the pocket watch in his hand slipped through his bony fingers
Into the silver moonlight in the stream
And splashed onto our feet, our bare feet in the dying grass
He looked at me
With dark, earthy eyes, we shared the gaze
And as the ticking began again
His colors began to run
His silver hair meshed with the dying grass
His face grew pale and his smile, long
Like paint and turpentine
He melted away into single strands
And washed away in the silver of the river
I watched in awe as he slithered away
Only colors
And my eye caught
His pocket watch
And as I reached in to fetch it
The ticking grew louder
And when it was in my grasp
I felt my youth decay
And frolic away to the other side of the bank
I heard behind me footsteps, and leaves beneath them
Struggling, I spoke, "Come stand by the river,"
And the ticking halted
What a mysterious place
These were my final thoughts
As I slipped away
Like paint and turpentine
Into the silver of the river
Only colors