Sunday, November 05, 2006
About Me
- Name: Your Battlefield
- Location: Kuwait, Kuwait
She's dry as the acrylics fermenting on her skin; the soulful artist bursting to release a figment of imagination that will surely caress your eyes - she might displease. To her eyes only, you won't read much concerning her; she's rather in between the text. But grow accustomed to her bottomless lyrics and maybe someday you'll understand the mentality of this Battle Field. Till then she bids you adieu, and bedazzles you with a doodle…:)
Previous Posts
- When It Falls Into Place, You and I
- A Beautiful Lie
- I Grab Your Attention With This...
- Something You Want To Forget About
- Give Back My Voice..I'm Lost Without It
- Go Away No I've Had Enough Of You
- It's In Water Baby...It's Between You and Me
- LET ME CATCH MY BREATHE
- Chained Malice With No Desire
- Without When Within You
5 Comments:
That's how I felt last night before passing out!
When I was young, I observed that nine out of every ten things I did were failures, so I did ten times the work.
--George Bernard Shaw
the stallion:
:)
anonymous:
i know who you are ;)!! but what brought on this comment and under the name of shaw ;)
wow.. did you paint that?
no...i googled and she appeared...i was mezmeroized it summed up my feelings...;P
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