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First Journal: What You Can Expect To See From MeHello~
My name is JipsieChan....
and I'm an alcoholic?
Anywho, I'm not personally new to dA, but I wanted to try something different and made a new account, which is this one here.
What you can expect from me:
7. Humanized MLP
8. Kawaii stuff
9. Possibly yaoi/yuri
12. Adult Language
13. Maybe some "adult" content... depends...
14. Occasionally something really random... for example a friend of mine wants me to design her a tattoo so I might put that up here when I'm done....
15. Other fanart (fma, inuyasha, sailormoon, etc...)
16. whatever else I feel like
That's all I can think of at the moment.
Essentially I'm going to be uploading whatever I feel like and try to maintain a consistent style that says "This was done by JipsieChan".
I will open commissions fairly soon... like once I get enough deviations that I can provide examples of what I am selling. I'd like to take cash commissions, but
A Week Of KissesA Week Of Kisses
The first day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your shoulder,
Well before I thought about your lips.
Because I don’t know what I am doing, firstly,
But more importantly,
It’s because I know things can spiral quickly,
If things start shifting
After we lay down the concrete.
So I kiss the foundation,
Before we reach the soil.
The second day I told you I loved you,
I imagined kissing your elbow,
Because it holds together the touch
And the flex.
To exhibit it,
I must kiss the joint that bends
And combines us together.
The third day I told you I loved you,
I lay my lips to your temples,
As I learned about the temple of reform,
For the Youth in North America.
Kissing you there signifying I will protect you,
As well as your temple,
As we re-form, into something more.
The fourth day I told you I loved you,
I’d kiss you softly on your forehead.
Because that’s what holds your brillian
Stranger LoveI am not the sunlit wing-print
splayed out on the bedroom wall.
I am not the dark mass forming
in a corner of an airless hall.
I am not the viscous vengeance
where you sink your spinning wheels.
I am not the leaky bucket
hung up on your wishing well.
You are not my soul mate missing
wandering a winter's night.
You are not the sound of angels
singing by a candle's light.
You are not the rasp of fingers
fumbling with a hasp of steel.
You are not the tattered towel
soaking up the things I feel.
I am the oblivious child,
dancing where the wildflowers are.
You are my unwitting captive
lighting up a jelly jar.
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