The artworks perfectly illustrate the despair and debauched atmosphere of Limbo. I find this place more terrifying than hell because this is where hope fades as the images suggest.... the night before death is upon us all
Me three. I have absolutely no idea how this will conclude, if it does, but this chapter was a grisly, horrific depiction of the worst of places, thanks to the excellence of your partnership Kate and Sissitrix. Here in Scotland we have some particularly abominable paedophiles whom I would love to see consigned to this kind of fate. Or, even better, to pods of Sissitrix’s crafting, that would subject them to the most painful experiences they visited upon their victims.
Hi Martin thank you for commenting and supporting our universe. I love Scotland except the midgies. I once stayed at a hotel at Scotland’s only lake. W L Gore in Livingstone put me up at Lake Of Menteith. When I asked why we were so far away from Campus he told me I’d understand in the morning. When I say down in the breakfast room a few meters from the lake enjoying square sausage and haggis, I looked at the island in the center of the lake and saw a Golden Eagle circling above
I'm anxious for the showdown.
I must say I am too!
Me too 😂
The artworks perfectly illustrate the despair and debauched atmosphere of Limbo. I find this place more terrifying than hell because this is where hope fades as the images suggest.... the night before death is upon us all
Thank you for this story that allows me to explore, experiment, and try. I love the noir neurons of your mind! Enjoy the weekend partner.
Thank you for our partnership. Your art guides my fingers on the keys. Have a lovely weekend partner
Me three. I have absolutely no idea how this will conclude, if it does, but this chapter was a grisly, horrific depiction of the worst of places, thanks to the excellence of your partnership Kate and Sissitrix. Here in Scotland we have some particularly abominable paedophiles whom I would love to see consigned to this kind of fate. Or, even better, to pods of Sissitrix’s crafting, that would subject them to the most painful experiences they visited upon their victims.
Sorry, I got a bit carried away there.
Hi Martin thank you for commenting and supporting our universe. I love Scotland except the midgies. I once stayed at a hotel at Scotland’s only lake. W L Gore in Livingstone put me up at Lake Of Menteith. When I asked why we were so far away from Campus he told me I’d understand in the morning. When I say down in the breakfast room a few meters from the lake enjoying square sausage and haggis, I looked at the island in the center of the lake and saw a Golden Eagle circling above
I love Scotland Kate, midges notwithstanding.