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©2007-2009 *schwarzer-todt
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Submitted: May 17, 2007
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Just another portrait of some hot chick
based heavily on squeakadelic...
she used to be :iconchesirecattiestock: on here, but she's all but gone i think since people kept stealing her photos and pretending to be her, assholes.
now you can find her on livejournal here [link]

i say "based heavily," because obviously i changed some things, and to be honestly i was just going with it, if i really cared about making it exactly like the photo it would look a lot more like her, instead i just referenced it strongly.
i just wanted another excuse to draw some hot industrial-looking chick.
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:heart::heart::heart: I will die in jealousy of your traditional art skills! It's perfect!

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*Let the night come. We are not afraid.*
*To the treasures and the pleasures of the grave...* - Poppy Z. Brite
Hawt. :heart: It IS perfect. :heart:

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Love is Love is Love

Look at my gallery? [link] :heart:
it was so funny but i was thinking of you when i was drawing it, because before i went all scribble-crazy with the hair, it looked like your style...only traditional
so yah i was thinking that it might be something you'd like....^_^
I love it! Yout style amazes me! (I featured you in my last journal entry! :giggle:) But my favourite must be "Industrial Baby"! It's so gorgeous!

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*Let the night come. We are not afraid.*
*To the treasures and the pleasures of the grave...* - Poppy Z. Brite
for reals?! that's do nice, thanks!
^_^
you amaze the fuck out of me
what is squeakadelic? sounds irritating... :giggle:

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I tell you such fine music awaits in the shadows of the fires of hell. -Charles Bukowski
holy mother of god.
this is fucking amazing.
such talent.

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and we'll suck the dew of each other's morning lips like wine tastings.

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