nessonite1
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I was just taken by an image that popped into my head.
A deserted street in a stereotypical Western movie town. K on one side, and me on the other. At his side, in his holster, is a pack of graphic artist pencils. In my holster, a Wacom pen.
A tumbleweed brushes past.
Jay clings to HDS in fear and watches from the balcony of the old west brothel.
Trembling, Sy and Aphrodite peer through the windows of the saloon.
Waiting for someone to say...
"draw..."
A deserted street in a stereotypical Western movie town. K on one side, and me on the other. At his side, in his holster, is a pack of graphic artist pencils. In my holster, a Wacom pen.
A tumbleweed brushes past.
Jay clings to HDS in fear and watches from the balcony of the old west brothel.
Trembling, Sy and Aphrodite peer through the windows of the saloon.
Waiting for someone to say...
"draw..."