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An early digital piece, but it's Tom Waits so I keep it. Photography and very flawed Digital.
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~JCapela Jan 5, 2010  Hobbyist General Artist
nice work :)

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I don't want to achieve immortality through my work... I want to achieve it through not dying.
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:iconuki021:
realy nice..


The monkey's on the ladder
The devil shovels coal
With crows as big as airplanes
The lion has three heads
And someone will eat the skin that he sheds
And the earth died screaming
The earth died screaming

;)

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....Free your mind, and your ass will follow....

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Urosh Krstin
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:iconjohnshine:
Thank you.

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Cynicism is a shield against the threat of enlightenment.
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:icondnmph:
Awsome job, tom waits is awsome, and great idea to make him with music... what song is it by the way? if any in specific

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We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different!
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:iconjohnshine:
I don't remember, but it's not Waits; just some sheet music I found. But as far as I am concerned, Tom Waits IS music.

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Cynicism is a shield against the threat of enlightenment.
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:icondnmph:
Indeed he is.

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We are here on Earth to fart around. Don't let anybody tell you any different!
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:iconeternal2d:
es de lo mas chido que he visto, me encanta tu trabajo pero se ve muy vacio por los costados

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HY
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:iconjohnshine:
Muchos gracias.

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Cynicism is a shield against the threat of enlightenment.
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:iconkatepowellshine:
The need you have, to chew
the gristle in his voice, see
the world under hard
light, the bare bulb in the upstairs
bedroom outlining your ache to
feel the contours of existence
in a bottle, a life discarded
along with your last pack
of Camel Lights - I taste it too

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you make me want to dance
a storm of appreciation
your ink splashes and crawls,
a wriggling living line on the page
i’m full of awe
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