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This gallery of work has been condemned! You can find all of my new work at: www.pknives.deviantart.com My new deviantart account. I hope to see some of my old friends and supporters on my new page soon. Ah, the memories I have of this account are very fond! I began my artistic career here, painting yaoi. I have seen myself progress from angst riddled teen to a young lady. It's time I moved account to reflect the changes I have personally undergone. I don't want to delete the work I have on here, as some people still enjoy it! THANK YOU FOR THE MEMORIES THANK YOU FOR EVERY COMMENT THANK YOU FOR EVERY FAVOURITE I'll see you soon, at

I'll be submitting new work soon, my lovelies. Dare say I promise. My visual dictionary and I had a bit of a falling out... But we're on civil terms again. I hope each of you are gloriously tanned, full of vim, and generally speaking, well. Domo arigato for the support, as ever, sweeties.

A day ago I returned from Paris. Paris in the summer is exquisite indeed. The sun is a hot caress and the bedsheets are paper thin. Night is warm ink, stirred, and the lights are a neon garland about the throat of Monmatre. The city thrums. Pere Lachaise is the empire of the dead and fashionable. It is quiet in the morning but for the language passed between the murders of crows. Oscar's tomb is pale stone, and is kissed, adored, by a thousand mouths, and thousand prints of lips in pink and red and peach and blood-dark scarlet. It is quite beautiful. Kisses of grief. Kisses of want. I had a flower for Oscar. And of course I kissed him.