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Cosmicon Alien Top Hatter by coffeeandshades
Cosmicon Alien Top Hatter
Alien trans-warp manipulation master takes a moment to leap out at ya and blow your mind with one of his confounding gadgetoids. Look out it tells the time!
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Cosmicon alien Papa and Queelee by coffeeandshades
Cosmicon alien Papa and Queelee
Papa enjoying the independence of non-denominational planetoid's regional celebration by crafting a teapot saucer with his daughter. I call her queelee. 
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Cosmicon alien Mechanical Girl by coffeeandshades
Cosmicon alien Mechanical Girl
She was interceded by a break in the hyper-drive and lost her arm, had to build it back on the fly...and this surrounding gear machine too apparently. :chainsaw:
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You mustn't read.

Wed Mar 4, 2015, 6:49 PM
  • Mood: Terror
  • Listening to: boobs on the radio
  • Reading: that triangle's every move
  • Watching: that last brush stroke ruin everything
  • Playing: Name that Tumor
  • Eating: a doorknob
  • Drinking: something way too moist
For inside the organ grinder the tiny shredded monkeys squirm. You detest your logic and you seek words in refuse. Betwixt the clockwork of shadows your tendrils squirm, churning the unfathomable mechanization of the multiverse. You are a monstrous thing, let us celebrate.
I have got you a gift, I have taken care of all the fees and paperwork that will ensure that your body be skinned upon your death and you will donate your human leather to the arts. your body will be cremated and your ashes and blood used to make coarse paint, as you re-enter the cycle of your penultimate absolution. Granted all paranormal incursion will not be covered in your insurance and you will be fined for any penalties beyond algor mortis.
Turn the knob, change time frequency. The rattling of the conductor's wand upon the cheap sheet music stand snaps you into the abstract. You are a freakish fly overhearing the bar. "'tell me, does your dream soil need plowing, astralgasms are my specialty', Is what she was told, and they never found the body."
"Chemical burns are what I run my needle through, It dilates the natural chaos of the flesh and brings out the inner turmoil in the colors. Here, lemme show you the procedure."
 "when you manage to get the body out of the coffin, ditch the shovel and go back to the blade. I found that the powder left over from the eyeball can be scraped out of the socket and when blown creates great necromancy channels."
The hissing encroaches upon your patience and you begin to waft out of the ceiling's pores. and drift into shadows. Time is over now, just you and your big 'ol head. Celestial cosmetics like bandages over black holes. You drift. and the jazz kicks up, suddenly you have feet. You're soaring, meat doll. You change bodies change times change freedoms and are back to your boring-on-the-outside, freaksquirt-nuthouse on the inside visage you decided to wear long ago back when you were still nestled in the amniotic gourd of recreational reincarnation. 
You grit your teeth, tasting soil. Your own ashes, cremated or not, you got buried either way. But that's like get dirt on a marble that's forever falling down. That is, if you could remember gravity holding the wand or not. Granted, the meds have worn off and everyone's going to think you're an abomination either way, here, a Top Hat. Crack open the asylum doors and let this abhorrent Funkchunker lurch out into it. Chunk your funks, yeah so what.
 The straight jacket drags on the road, and you pretend it is making you wiser. Every breath smells like funeral flowers and subtle rot. "If you can remember me, let us sway together in the cemetery breeze", escape empty lips.
Broken hearts still beat with broken parts, and the path is ever waning. Your necropolis lies in constant motion, and instead of resting in peace, you'll have insomnia in anarchy.

Watching:
MythBusters
Listening To:
Deathcab for Cutie
Playing:
Modern Warfare 2
Sonya Tyburn dragonstab by coffeeandshades
Sonya Tyburn dragonstab
A bud of mine's been rocking some killer dragon armor in these dark times, wanted to do a fan painting, something that would look good on a LARPing van. I imagined the rage a dragonbound soul would have against these sky imposters. Also wanted to create some kind of chemical fire effect, and that's what I came up with. Cheers after the battle Jessi! "Sonya Tyburn Dragonstab" ©Tony Gage 2015 

:ungodly horror::chainsaw:
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You mustn't read.

Wed Mar 4, 2015, 6:49 PM
  • Mood: Terror
  • Listening to: boobs on the radio
  • Reading: that triangle's every move
  • Watching: that last brush stroke ruin everything
  • Playing: Name that Tumor
  • Eating: a doorknob
  • Drinking: something way too moist
For inside the organ grinder the tiny shredded monkeys squirm. You detest your logic and you seek words in refuse. Betwixt the clockwork of shadows your tendrils squirm, churning the unfathomable mechanization of the multiverse. You are a monstrous thing, let us celebrate.
I have got you a gift, I have taken care of all the fees and paperwork that will ensure that your body be skinned upon your death and you will donate your human leather to the arts. your body will be cremated and your ashes and blood used to make coarse paint, as you re-enter the cycle of your penultimate absolution. Granted all paranormal incursion will not be covered in your insurance and you will be fined for any penalties beyond algor mortis.
Turn the knob, change time frequency. The rattling of the conductor's wand upon the cheap sheet music stand snaps you into the abstract. You are a freakish fly overhearing the bar. "'tell me, does your dream soil need plowing, astralgasms are my specialty', Is what she was told, and they never found the body."
"Chemical burns are what I run my needle through, It dilates the natural chaos of the flesh and brings out the inner turmoil in the colors. Here, lemme show you the procedure."
 "when you manage to get the body out of the coffin, ditch the shovel and go back to the blade. I found that the powder left over from the eyeball can be scraped out of the socket and when blown creates great necromancy channels."
The hissing encroaches upon your patience and you begin to waft out of the ceiling's pores. and drift into shadows. Time is over now, just you and your big 'ol head. Celestial cosmetics like bandages over black holes. You drift. and the jazz kicks up, suddenly you have feet. You're soaring, meat doll. You change bodies change times change freedoms and are back to your boring-on-the-outside, freaksquirt-nuthouse on the inside visage you decided to wear long ago back when you were still nestled in the amniotic gourd of recreational reincarnation. 
You grit your teeth, tasting soil. Your own ashes, cremated or not, you got buried either way. But that's like get dirt on a marble that's forever falling down. That is, if you could remember gravity holding the wand or not. Granted, the meds have worn off and everyone's going to think you're an abomination either way, here, a Top Hat. Crack open the asylum doors and let this abhorrent Funkchunker lurch out into it. Chunk your funks, yeah so what.
 The straight jacket drags on the road, and you pretend it is making you wiser. Every breath smells like funeral flowers and subtle rot. "If you can remember me, let us sway together in the cemetery breeze", escape empty lips.
Broken hearts still beat with broken parts, and the path is ever waning. Your necropolis lies in constant motion, and instead of resting in peace, you'll have insomnia in anarchy.

Watching:
MythBusters
Listening To:
Deathcab for Cutie
Playing:
Modern Warfare 2

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Tony Gage
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there used to be a hole here

Current Residence: "New" Mexico
Favourite genre of music: whatever raises the dead
Operating System: companion cube
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Favourite cartoon character: Ren and/or stimpy
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:iconmattlovesart1:
MattLovesArt1 Featured By Owner Mar 18, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Great artwork!!

I have a question,
would u happen to have any tutorials for logo designing?
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ariesxx0780 Featured By Owner Jan 10, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
thanks for the fav
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pikeyPIE Featured By Owner Jan 7, 2014
Dude, your artwork is freakin super awesome!
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:icontoxicrini:
ToxicRini Featured By Owner Dec 6, 2013
So here's where you've been fucking hiding! Finally wandered to your corner of dA.
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Autumnology Featured By Owner Oct 26, 2013  Professional Digital Artist
Hey! YOU OUT THERE!!!
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blackkitty84 Featured By Owner Jun 16, 2013
How's it hangin:) Glad to see your back! :hug:
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Immy-is-Thinking Featured By Owner Jan 1, 2013  Professional Traditional Artist
:wave: Thanks for the watch, appreciate! :icongreengrinplz:
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Autumnology Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
I have a little something for you. Sorry it'll be a bit late for the occasion.
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coffeeandshades Featured By Owner Oct 30, 2012
Something for me?! I'm curious what you got for me
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Autumnology Featured By Owner Oct 28, 2012  Professional Digital Artist
Happy birthday yo!
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