



Crows are my love language.
This is my local murder hangout.
Crows are my love language.
This is my local murder hangout.
I’m letting my self melt into this one. Gonna forget the world for a few crows ago and just paint it out.
A king of murder and a kingdom of color.
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https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
It’s a funky weird set but sweet. I think Mon is hating being a subject of interest. She grumps at me in all of these.
Are you doing anything everyday this year that’s new?
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http://jayisapainter.storenvy.com
https://society6.com/jayisapainter
http://www.blurb.com/b/8829360-painter-files
https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/painter-files/id1412300309?mt=11
We are reflections of innermost hear beats. The best part of being young was when I stopped counting seconds in between breaths in 3rd grade. Hiding these outward plans to see everything as if it were new and shiny. We were planning on being Marians.
The world was so small and her dreams so big. She needs a home to rest her body because sadly she will not be using it ever again. Search for the lost because they can’t anymore.
Find the missing girls of DC.
We are in search of our girls. They float in places watching over us to find them. A God’s finger searches the over world and under. No simple answers are the truths. The leftovers are the sisters, brothers, friends. mothers, fathers and families. The lost stars of DC, we are always in search of you. And to the stars still in the sky watching and wondering, we will protect you with all that we are.Â