One a young and hank but trump. Juan carry a shopping cart. Chart along the day those belong. Many will see the sunrise.
Day 342: Kill
Hunt the nightmare out of me.
I can’t remember them, but truly are scary.
Make them stop or replace them.
I don’t want them anymore.
Day 341: Gang
Words are just words. So do lies. But it matter, they hurt. Use as weapon and for love. For it get hurt to be born. To be alive and live on. To speaks and hurt all along. This is again the circle round Where had you been found? Isn’t there a coffe shop around?
Day 340: Janji
A promise that I will be strong.
Confident. For I am good.
I can do this and win the world.
Step up and success.
And not to crumble down again.
Day 339: Speedy
Chatty Hattie Johnny sad. Nothing really real at all. John, Jean, Sean, and Wean. Funny it doesn’t belong.
Day 336: Busy
Had been busy running around lately. Across nations, city and home. Tired and almost sick. Hopefully can get this eye drawing started again regularly for at least another few weeks and I’ll be done with it for the year.
Day 338: Daymension
Rather weird one, but yoyo all around. To find the true ones and hide his joy, be gone.
Day 337: baby
Little creepy but cute as it be. One for my little nephew.
Day 335: Almost
It’s the last day of November. Looks like the year 2012 is ending soon. And so does my eye drawing challenge.
Day 334: Jack
Hmm, yumm.
Nothing really.
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