...lol. So you mean to say that KHV doesn't surprise you at all anymore?
Awesome, haven't seen you in ages. How have you been? XD
Alright, this has been bothering me for a long time. In your sig, Marluxia(The masked Unknown) seriously looks like he's shoving his hand into Saix's mouth. I just needed to tell you.
In all honesty, chances are the government already knows.
Oh shi- Kyon is a guy
I talk to my cats, is it really so weird? :/
Cnc and sandwich and tea and beans and dip.
MAKE WRITING IN ALL CAPS A SUPER TREND ON KHV, JOIN THE TREND. JOIN IT. it
Fallopeeya // 76812
Meet you on msn. ;o
Collab maybe?
Make your own? Shouldn't you sucking at vector be more of a reason to try it?
Dude, sexy. Love the coloring and the affects. Bad parts: It's flat, and the focal isn't very focalized. Add some white, and maybe a border(or rather a larger one then what you already have. XD) Also, I noticed a somewhat inconsistent light source. How does the light source have an affect on Master Chief but not the smoke/cloud/debris in front of him?
I can only suggest vector affects, filters won't do much, C4d won't go with the sig itself, the vector will kind of fit with proper coloring or perhaps clipping masks. The affects are spread so far around the sig, I'd like to see some centralization of any affects you do from now on in a certain part of the sig. If I were you I'd concentrate on the lower left part of Ninja man.
The battle's end is in my sight And I believe it my right To say when it is I stop This night of rap and rhyme and pop The rap race is run This is where I drop the gun I'm done
Actually much sexier. I can really only suggest adding more affects. The sig is simple, I can udnerstand that, but it doesn't feel finished.
born in the flood bloody fingerpaint sets blackmarketed fresh water canons forget me not epitaph airbrush with death white t's wife beaters button up reattach flesh in between the lines outside of the law underneath the veil we dig our foundations we navigate the globe trying to find a pattern to break the mold with a family to feed theres nowhere we wont go but what if were caught they say Im a snitch shot at the check point found with his throat slit theres spray paint on the teleprompter anchorman screams that hes seen a monster mayday theres bloodstains on his shirt mayday they say that hes gone berserk sometimes when I wanna shut out this world wanna rip up this page wanna pour out this heart wanna get up on this stage and my lips become percussion and my fists become the rage and I pound on this table til it gives me something to say then I think about things that Ive seen right in front of me that I dont wanna believe gimme one of these mikes lemme letem know the way that it is is not how its gonna be not if we dont letem get ahead of us the present tensions no threat its just a fence across the path that were already ready to walk rock solid footsteps letem put up obstacles and prove that it isnt possible **** that we dont giveem any weight true liberty and freedoms at stake peace will never become pass live my life until my last day it was half-past eight in the bat cave when the cracks in the plaster collapsed and gave way to gaps in the pavement mayday mayday put it on blast for the passengers and messengers cause this is a disaster where the **** are the rescue workers not far off pissing on a cop car in the hall with a poptart sipping liquor in the rockbar everyone climb to the frontline lunchtimes cancelled all hands on deck to pull survivors from the landfill onlookers passers-by brush off your shoulders Shake off that rubble break free from your standstill signs of a better world causes we understand failures we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins safety from the crowds in the shadows on the run we write our own cider house rules to keep alive rituals that prove their worth search for systems we can trust rhythms we can lock into this is madness salvage teams can't bandage hope when its damaged or broken compassion not enough rope in the van when world is collapsing our mode of action broadcast through the glass its all we can manage donate with the plastic scraps from the salad hoping to balance emotions invalidated and staged on 4:3 aspects just ballast for sadness lives shattered are standard fare for cameras and channels stare no abracabras no faster answers or mantras for disasters remastered and plastered got it all backwards do you know the faction your backing its another man down another mother gone child drowned another silenced song solitude another kind of strong I miss you another strung along missing in action another page is blackend burned turned to ashes to ashes dust off the flags and the caskets we will never find another you despite the life of love we knew these lightning times are trouble who cant count the strikes that punished through the bonds we thought would never break and never will and never fade and never change but there is the rage of losing you to their mistakes in between the lines signs of a the next movement refuge from the crowd outside of the law causes we understand hands that trace instructions for descendants in the shadows on the run underneath the veil failures we expected to occur and bring redemption for our sins in between the lines
I'm sorry sir Perhaps you meant care Look it up, learn There's spellcheck And a hefty reference neck Of books called Dictionaries With dozens of ways to spell "Cherries" But only one way is right for sure And as I'm sure you're aware AS I'm sure you can guess This also counts for care As with all the rest.
You're killing poetry Seemed pretty simple to me Go hump a tree
Glue is something I do not own Though staples tape and nails still rest within my home Above the bed, upon the shelf You'll find a mild-mannered gay pink elf Who holds the key to a place of myth My basement better known as Labyrinth Tread slowly friend for you will find More then simple tools behind The locked door to the maze Fix your gaze Upon The only way beyond the door The dragon
