marie
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by marie on Dec 31, 2010 0:25:13 GMT 1, Not tonight, I've got a headache.
This is excellent!
Not tonight, I've got a headache. This is excellent!
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by Coach on Dec 31, 2010 0:30:35 GMT 1, Why, thank you marie. It was heart felt, rest assured.
Why, thank you marie. It was heart felt, rest assured.
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by manty on Dec 31, 2010 0:32:54 GMT 1, Why, thank you marie. It was heart felt, rest assured.
LOL
Why, thank you marie. It was heart felt, rest assured. LOL
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stanley
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by stanley on Dec 31, 2010 0:34:02 GMT 1, Unknown one, unnamed, unexplained, unsung, untold, Unknown one.
(the new fragrance by calvin klein)
Unknown one, unnamed, unexplained, unsung, untold, Unknown one.
(the new fragrance by calvin klein)
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lebanksi
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by lebanksi on Dec 31, 2010 0:52:32 GMT 1, beguiled by spiral thoughts
beguiled by spiral thoughts
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by smellmyfinger on Dec 31, 2010 0:53:36 GMT 1, Jeffrey the lawnmowers broke and mother needs her trombone.
Jeffrey the lawnmowers broke and mother needs her trombone.
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kaikane
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by kaikane on Dec 31, 2010 2:55:29 GMT 1, Lost. . . she is. . .
The silence, in a crowded room. . . The darkness, in the light. . . The reason, in my insanity.
Lost. . . she is. . .
The silence, in a crowded room. . . The darkness, in the light. . . The reason, in my insanity.
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by don on Dec 31, 2010 3:23:38 GMT 1, Unveil the unknown
Unveil the unknown
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brazzy
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by brazzy on Dec 31, 2010 7:12:44 GMT 1, Comfort in chaos
Comfort in chaos
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by fingerz on Dec 31, 2010 16:46:09 GMT 1, haberdashery
haberdashery
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thorkil
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by thorkil on Dec 31, 2010 19:14:01 GMT 1, Close those eyes for I cannot bare the sight of the unknown Open your heart for me to see your true beauty exposed And let my love colour your life
Close those eyes for I cannot bare the sight of the unknown Open your heart for me to see your true beauty exposed And let my love colour your life
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kever
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by kever on Dec 31, 2010 19:34:25 GMT 1, I really love this competition, it was a great little exercise, even if I don't win. I love the print though, so I hope I do win I normally write screenplays (just a hobby, not a job) so this gave me a chance to write from thoughts and feelings instead of action and dialogue. It did sort of spiral out of control as I only intended to write a paragraph or two based on the image I got from David's painting. It turned out to be quite a bit longer though, the story really wrote itself and kept adding details, which I always consider a indication that I'm on to something. I hope it's not too long for the competition though.
One last thing, English is not my native language and I never really write in English, so I hope it doesn't show too much
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Unknown 1
She cautiously walked into the room. This was the first time she had been allowed in since the police had closed the investigation. Why they had felt the need to even start an investigation was anyone's guess, perhaps this was their way of getting back at him one last time.
Their apartment had always been small, but it had never bothered her until now. Perhaps it was the missing furniture. Not that they had had much in the way of furniture before, but his brother had been round the other day, when she was still working up the courage. Heโd said he needed โa few thingsโ for his own house โ if you could call it that โ and that it had never been hers anyway. She didnโt really want him to take it, but she hadnโt had the courage to say no. His brother scared her, much more than heโd ever done. Sheโd always known he would not hurt her, well not in any serious way at least. Then again, who would have guessed he would really go through with his โpromisesโ. It had been his way to get attention, hadnโt it?
She walked around deliberately, her hand gently brushing everything left in the room. The cupboard, with โherโ tableware in it. It was about the only thing in here that was really hers. The countertop, how many hours had she spent in vain, cooking meals, while he did not show up. It had taken her far too long to realise why he wasnโt there for dinner and why he was never hungry. It wasnโt until all the money was gone when he had confessed. Next, the dinner table, now there were some memories right there. They had been making love, passionately, when one of the legs gave way. They told the doctor sheโd fallen from a chair replacing a bulb, laughing all the way to and from the hospital. It was weird to think how much had happened in less than a yearโs time. How happy they had both been when they signed the contract.
The living room was far too empty. All that was left was the lounge chair, his brother had probably been too superstitious to take it. Oh, how she had fought for that chair. She didnโt know why, but even when he had started selling her clothes, and of course she had noticed, she still insisted she would leave him if he ever sold his own chair. It had been her personal little bastion in the โwarโ with his โlittle problemโ. Looking back, she could almost cry at how pathetic it really was. And how ironic. Had he used that chair on purpose? Had it been a message to her? She felt the room creeping up on her, its emptiness seeping through her skin chilling her to the bone. With a few large paces she was at the door. Thatโs how small it all really was.
But she didnโt really want to leave. She couldnโt. Not this house, not these memories, notโฆ well, this man. Had it been her fault? He had warned her, told her โ and not just her โ for weeks, but not once had he gone through with it. Nobody had really taken it seriously, until it was too late. Maybe it was his final statement, to show everyone thatโฆ well, to show everyone something anyway. She sighed, asked the question she had been asking herself for two months now: should she have stayed with him? Looking around though, it was as if the room was answering for her. This wasnโt love. It may have started that way. Not that love was a perfect thing. Love overcoming all obstacles was a fairytale fantasy for five-year-olds. Real love was something that needed work, care and attention. But he had never loved her, not really. So the answer was no, she had been right to go back home. Home, where right now, her parents would be waiting for her. Now there was real love. Slowly, she started smiling.
I really love this competition, it was a great little exercise, even if I don't win. I love the print though, so I hope I do win I normally write screenplays (just a hobby, not a job) so this gave me a chance to write from thoughts and feelings instead of action and dialogue. It did sort of spiral out of control as I only intended to write a paragraph or two based on the image I got from David's painting. It turned out to be quite a bit longer though, the story really wrote itself and kept adding details, which I always consider a indication that I'm on to something. I hope it's not too long for the competition though. One last thing, English is not my native language and I never really write in English, so I hope it doesn't show too much ---------------------------------- Unknown 1 She cautiously walked into the room. This was the first time she had been allowed in since the police had closed the investigation. Why they had felt the need to even start an investigation was anyone's guess, perhaps this was their way of getting back at him one last time. Their apartment had always been small, but it had never bothered her until now. Perhaps it was the missing furniture. Not that they had had much in the way of furniture before, but his brother had been round the other day, when she was still working up the courage. Heโd said he needed โa few thingsโ for his own house โ if you could call it that โ and that it had never been hers anyway. She didnโt really want him to take it, but she hadnโt had the courage to say no. His brother scared her, much more than heโd ever done. Sheโd always known he would not hurt her, well not in any serious way at least. Then again, who would have guessed he would really go through with his โpromisesโ. It had been his way to get attention, hadnโt it? She walked around deliberately, her hand gently brushing everything left in the room. The cupboard, with โherโ tableware in it. It was about the only thing in here that was really hers. The countertop, how many hours had she spent in vain, cooking meals, while he did not show up. It had taken her far too long to realise why he wasnโt there for dinner and why he was never hungry. It wasnโt until all the money was gone when he had confessed. Next, the dinner table, now there were some memories right there. They had been making love, passionately, when one of the legs gave way. They told the doctor sheโd fallen from a chair replacing a bulb, laughing all the way to and from the hospital. It was weird to think how much had happened in less than a yearโs time. How happy they had both been when they signed the contract. The living room was far too empty. All that was left was the lounge chair, his brother had probably been too superstitious to take it. Oh, how she had fought for that chair. She didnโt know why, but even when he had started selling her clothes, and of course she had noticed, she still insisted she would leave him if he ever sold his own chair. It had been her personal little bastion in the โwarโ with his โlittle problemโ. Looking back, she could almost cry at how pathetic it really was. And how ironic. Had he used that chair on purpose? Had it been a message to her? She felt the room creeping up on her, its emptiness seeping through her skin chilling her to the bone. With a few large paces she was at the door. Thatโs how small it all really was. But she didnโt really want to leave. She couldnโt. Not this house, not these memories, notโฆ well, this man. Had it been her fault? He had warned her, told her โ and not just her โ for weeks, but not once had he gone through with it. Nobody had really taken it seriously, until it was too late. Maybe it was his final statement, to show everyone thatโฆ well, to show everyone something anyway. She sighed, asked the question she had been asking herself for two months now: should she have stayed with him? Looking around though, it was as if the room was answering for her. This wasnโt love. It may have started that way. Not that love was a perfect thing. Love overcoming all obstacles was a fairytale fantasy for five-year-olds. Real love was something that needed work, care and attention. But he had never loved her, not really. So the answer was no, she had been right to go back home. Home, where right now, her parents would be waiting for her. Now there was real love. Slowly, she started smiling.
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stanley
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by stanley on Dec 31, 2010 21:30:40 GMT 1, I really love this competition, it was a great little exercise, even if I don't win. I love the print though, so I hope I do win I normally write screenplays (just a hobby, not a job) so this gave me a chance to write from thoughts and feelings instead of action and dialogue. It did sort of spiral out of control as I only intended to write a paragraph or two based on the image I got from David's painting. It turned out to be quite a bit longer though, the story really wrote itself and kept adding details, which I always consider a indication that I'm on to something. I hope it's not too long for the competition though. One last thing, English is not my native language and I never really write in English, so I hope it doesn't show too much ---------------------------------- Unknown 1 She cautiously walked into the room. This was the first time she had been allowed in since the police had closed the investigation. Why they had felt the need to even start an investigation was anyone's guess, perhaps this was their way of getting back at him one last time. Their apartment had always been small, but it had never bothered her until now. Perhaps it was the missing furniture. Not that they had had much in the way of furniture before, but his brother had been round the other day, when she was still working up the courage. Heโd said he needed โa few thingsโ for his own house โ if you could call it that โ and that it had never been hers anyway. She didnโt really want him to take it, but she hadnโt had the courage to say no. His brother scared her, much more than heโd ever done. Sheโd always known he would not hurt her, well not in any serious way at least. Then again, who would have guessed he would really go through with his โpromisesโ. It had been his way to get attention, hadnโt it? She walked around deliberately, her hand gently brushing everything left in the room. The cupboard, with โherโ tableware in it. It was about the only thing in here that was really hers. The countertop, how many hours had she spent in vain, cooking meals, while he did not show up. It had taken her far too long to realise why he wasnโt there for dinner and why he was never hungry. It wasnโt until all the money was gone when he had confessed. Next, the dinner table, now there were some memories right there. They had been making love, passionately, when one of the legs gave way. They told the doctor sheโd fallen from a chair replacing a bulb, laughing all the way to and from the hospital. It was weird to think how much had happened in less than a yearโs time. How happy they had both been when they signed the contract. The living room was far too empty. All that was left was the lounge chair, his brother had probably been too superstitious to take it. Oh, how she had fought for that chair. She didnโt know why, but even when he had started selling her clothes, and of course she had noticed, she still insisted she would leave him if he ever sold his own chair. It had been her personal little bastion in the โwarโ with his โlittle problemโ. Looking back, she could almost cry at how pathetic it really was. And how ironic. Had he used that chair on purpose? Had it been a message to her? She felt the room creeping up on her, its emptiness seeping through her skin chilling her to the bone. With a few large paces she was at the door. Thatโs how small it all really was. But she didnโt really want to leave. She couldnโt. Not this house, not these memories, notโฆ well, this man. Had it been her fault? He had warned her, told her โ and not just her โ for weeks, but not once had he gone through with it. Nobody had really taken it seriously, until it was too late. Maybe it was his final statement, to show everyone thatโฆ well, to show everyone something anyway. She sighed, asked the question she had been asking herself for two months now: should she have stayed with him? Looking around though, it was as if the room was answering for her. This wasnโt love. It may have started that way. Not that love was a perfect thing. Love overcoming all obstacles was a fairytale fantasy for five-year-olds. Real love was something that needed work, care and attention. But he had never loved her, not really. So the answer was no, she had been right to go back home. Home, where right now, her parents would be waiting for her. Now there was real love. Slowly, she started smiling.
You thought off that whilst looking at the image?
I really love this competition, it was a great little exercise, even if I don't win. I love the print though, so I hope I do win I normally write screenplays (just a hobby, not a job) so this gave me a chance to write from thoughts and feelings instead of action and dialogue. It did sort of spiral out of control as I only intended to write a paragraph or two based on the image I got from David's painting. It turned out to be quite a bit longer though, the story really wrote itself and kept adding details, which I always consider a indication that I'm on to something. I hope it's not too long for the competition though. One last thing, English is not my native language and I never really write in English, so I hope it doesn't show too much ---------------------------------- Unknown 1 She cautiously walked into the room. This was the first time she had been allowed in since the police had closed the investigation. Why they had felt the need to even start an investigation was anyone's guess, perhaps this was their way of getting back at him one last time. Their apartment had always been small, but it had never bothered her until now. Perhaps it was the missing furniture. Not that they had had much in the way of furniture before, but his brother had been round the other day, when she was still working up the courage. Heโd said he needed โa few thingsโ for his own house โ if you could call it that โ and that it had never been hers anyway. She didnโt really want him to take it, but she hadnโt had the courage to say no. His brother scared her, much more than heโd ever done. Sheโd always known he would not hurt her, well not in any serious way at least. Then again, who would have guessed he would really go through with his โpromisesโ. It had been his way to get attention, hadnโt it? She walked around deliberately, her hand gently brushing everything left in the room. The cupboard, with โherโ tableware in it. It was about the only thing in here that was really hers. The countertop, how many hours had she spent in vain, cooking meals, while he did not show up. It had taken her far too long to realise why he wasnโt there for dinner and why he was never hungry. It wasnโt until all the money was gone when he had confessed. Next, the dinner table, now there were some memories right there. They had been making love, passionately, when one of the legs gave way. They told the doctor sheโd fallen from a chair replacing a bulb, laughing all the way to and from the hospital. It was weird to think how much had happened in less than a yearโs time. How happy they had both been when they signed the contract. The living room was far too empty. All that was left was the lounge chair, his brother had probably been too superstitious to take it. Oh, how she had fought for that chair. She didnโt know why, but even when he had started selling her clothes, and of course she had noticed, she still insisted she would leave him if he ever sold his own chair. It had been her personal little bastion in the โwarโ with his โlittle problemโ. Looking back, she could almost cry at how pathetic it really was. And how ironic. Had he used that chair on purpose? Had it been a message to her? She felt the room creeping up on her, its emptiness seeping through her skin chilling her to the bone. With a few large paces she was at the door. Thatโs how small it all really was. But she didnโt really want to leave. She couldnโt. Not this house, not these memories, notโฆ well, this man. Had it been her fault? He had warned her, told her โ and not just her โ for weeks, but not once had he gone through with it. Nobody had really taken it seriously, until it was too late. Maybe it was his final statement, to show everyone thatโฆ well, to show everyone something anyway. She sighed, asked the question she had been asking herself for two months now: should she have stayed with him? Looking around though, it was as if the room was answering for her. This wasnโt love. It may have started that way. Not that love was a perfect thing. Love overcoming all obstacles was a fairytale fantasy for five-year-olds. Real love was something that needed work, care and attention. But he had never loved her, not really. So the answer was no, she had been right to go back home. Home, where right now, her parents would be waiting for her. Now there was real love. Slowly, she started smiling. You thought off that whilst looking at the image?
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by satk on Jan 1, 2011 2:46:27 GMT 1, UNKNOWN 1
So, who am I? The image you see
Am I carrying my burden? Causing my downcast view
Or am I just shy? My eyes afraid to be seen
Perhaps I am content? In a world that is my own
Again, who am I? I wish I knew
UNKNOWN 1
So, who am I? The image you see
Am I carrying my burden? Causing my downcast view
Or am I just shy? My eyes afraid to be seen
Perhaps I am content? In a world that is my own
Again, who am I? I wish I knew
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kever
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by kever on Jan 1, 2011 7:29:58 GMT 1, You thought off that whilst looking at the image? Hehe well, not all of it But yeah the mood and the character, the rest just "wrote itself" based on that.
You thought off that whilst looking at the image? Hehe well, not all of it But yeah the mood and the character, the rest just "wrote itself" based on that.
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MGK1
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by MGK1 on Jan 1, 2011 12:09:04 GMT 1, Ophelia 2011
Ophelia 2011
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by fingerz on Jan 1, 2011 14:12:10 GMT 1, not alone but being alone
not alone but being alone
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Squarity
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by Squarity on Jan 2, 2011 13:55:12 GMT 1, Happy 2011! What a response! I think we will use this format for giveaways in the future. Today is the last day you can enter, tomorrow David Walker will read all the entries and choose a winner. Thanks to everyone who has entered, excellent stuff and some really interesting entries, there is still time!
Happy 2011! What a response! I think we will use this format for giveaways in the future. Today is the last day you can enter, tomorrow David Walker will read all the entries and choose a winner. Thanks to everyone who has entered, excellent stuff and some really interesting entries, there is still time!
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by des77 on Jan 2, 2011 14:01:12 GMT 1, Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ?
Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ?
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ilmambo
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by ilmambo on Jan 2, 2011 15:10:26 GMT 1, her eyes closed looking for an answer her mind full of dreams and memories her soul lost inside the city her heart shattered into millions pieces her life is an empty space her name unknown.
her eyes closed looking for an answer her mind full of dreams and memories her soul lost inside the city her heart shattered into millions pieces her life is an empty space her name unknown.
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by Poppy Sunshine on Jan 2, 2011 16:09:09 GMT 1, opportunity lost.
opportunity lost.
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by maroom on Jan 2, 2011 17:13:55 GMT 1, Verisimilitude
Verisimilitude
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by des77 on Jan 2, 2011 17:21:54 GMT 1, Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ?
or does he have a website anyone can link me too ?
Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ? or does he have a website anyone can link me too ?
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by Coach on Jan 2, 2011 17:36:50 GMT 1, Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ? or does he have a website anyone can link me too ?
He had a show at the Brooklynite a little whila ago.
www.brooklynitegallery.com/
Go to shows section, then before section and scroll along.
Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ? or does he have a website anyone can link me too ? He had a show at the Brooklynite a little whila ago. www.brooklynitegallery.com/Go to shows section, then before section and scroll along.
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by Cardiff on Jan 2, 2011 19:40:26 GMT 1, Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ? or does he have a website anyone can link me too ?
www.artofdavidwalker.com
Im pretty new to this guys work, does he do anything other than paint faces ? or does he have a website anyone can link me too ? www.artofdavidwalker.com
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by Martin DK on Jan 2, 2011 20:10:33 GMT 1, On behalf of user "Sacked" who was a little to shy to post his poetry:
Been on this path of life for so long Feel I've walked a thousand miles Sometimes strolled hand in hand with love Everybody's been there With danger on my mind I would stay on the line of hope I knew I could make it Once I knew the boundaries I looked into the clouds and saw My face in the moonlight Just then I realised what a fool I could be Just cause I look so high I don't have to see me Finding a paradise wasn't easy but still There's a road going down the other side of this hill
On behalf of user "Sacked" who was a little to shy to post his poetry:
Been on this path of life for so long Feel I've walked a thousand miles Sometimes strolled hand in hand with love Everybody's been there With danger on my mind I would stay on the line of hope I knew I could make it Once I knew the boundaries I looked into the clouds and saw My face in the moonlight Just then I realised what a fool I could be Just cause I look so high I don't have to see me Finding a paradise wasn't easy but still There's a road going down the other side of this hill
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by HRE on Jan 2, 2011 20:14:40 GMT 1, on the darkest of days only colour can bring love to the heart
on the darkest of days only colour can bring love to the heart
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by fingerz on Jan 2, 2011 20:14:58 GMT 1, shy boys get nowt ...
shy boys get nowt ...
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Sacked...
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by Sacked... on Jan 2, 2011 20:17:42 GMT 1, On behalf of user " Sacked" who was a little to shy to post his poetry: Been on this path of life for so long Feel I've walked a thousand miles Sometimes strolled hand in hand with love Everybody's been there With danger on my mind I would stay on the line of hope I knew I could make it Once I knew the boundaries I looked into the clouds and saw My face in the moonlight Just then I realised what a fool I could be Just cause I look so high I don't have to see me Finding a paradise wasn't easy but still There's a road going down the other side of this hill
I was just going to say that.
On behalf of user " Sacked" who was a little to shy to post his poetry: Been on this path of life for so long Feel I've walked a thousand miles Sometimes strolled hand in hand with love Everybody's been there With danger on my mind I would stay on the line of hope I knew I could make it Once I knew the boundaries I looked into the clouds and saw My face in the moonlight Just then I realised what a fool I could be Just cause I look so high I don't have to see me Finding a paradise wasn't easy but still There's a road going down the other side of this hill I was just going to say that.
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David Walker - limited edition print- SUPERSIZE !, by des77 on Jan 2, 2011 20:22:20 GMT 1, shy boys get nowt ...
and ponces get boring quick
shy boys get nowt ... and ponces get boring quick
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