Inuyshathebom

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About Inuyshathebom

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United States
Deviant for 16 years
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I been an artist for as long as I can remember, making puppets to clay, to drawing and painting. I hope to just share my work with the world to inspire others. I am right now not selling anything just giving gifts to my loved ones. I was an art student for a while and doing it as a business is just not my kind of life. I more in it for happiness but we shall see if I can get a following I might do commissions.

Kay! I hope you all love my art and have a wonderful life.

Favourite Games

The Legend Of Zelda Ocarina Of Time

Favourite Gaming Platform

RPG

Tools of the Trade

photoshop,230a sony camra,my hands,ball point pens,

Other Interests

paniting,swimming,thinking,gameing

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Inuyshathebom

Dec 26, 2009

Devious Journal Entry

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Once there was a boy who wrote pages of poems.  He sat for hours not saying a word. Then came along a girl who also wrote poems but who could not talk.  The boy wanted to talk to the girl so much. So he learned to talk through his hands because the girl could not write any more. Her hands were too weak to pick up a pen anymore. So that boy talked to the girl through his hands. She could only smile and listen. When the day came when he learned she was dyeing he ran to her house. There at her bed side he found a letter. It said this: I finally have gotten the strength to pick up a pen, to write you a poem my dear friend. I am dyeing of censor.

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Inuyshathebom

Oct 23, 2009

Free as a bird in a warm rain

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I need to be free to wonder this world.  I walk not just to get places but to see the world in away most don't see it everyone is so intagaded with there own life they never just stop and enjoy a day to nap in the sun and walk it the heat of the day.  My favorite day in a when rain is falling and the sun is out.  The warm por is like a blanky and a mushge at the same time.  I have slept in the rain on a hot day it softens my mind thoughts.

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Inuyshathebom

Oct 23, 2009

The new one in my life

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I feel like I'm walking in a cloudy mist I can not ecape for.  As tho my mind is wondering unable to find what it is looking for.  Lately a new face has been taking away the mist to let the sun come out so it can warm my cold lifeless mind.  Which wonders tho life looking for true happyness.  This new face mite just be the one to open my haert to let people true in my mind.  Only time will tell. I have a good feeling tho that and I feel the mist claering ever so slow.