Or Mentalism, as you humans sometimes call it. Beyond all poodle hair, I'd be wary of the bald guy with the blade. Take care.
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The phrase is Herman Melville's; the sentiment is mine. News and reviews by the End Times cartoonist, J.T. Dockery.
- J.T. Dockery
- This blog contains archived sketchbook (and otherwise) images by J.T. Dockery. However, the new Tumblr version of Covertly takes care of the more strictly visual now. Here you will find news and reviews, whatever requires stringing together actual sentences.
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- JFK
- Narcotic Lull of William Blake & the 1930s
- Cosmic Crusaders and Crackpots
- The Little Notebook: Unitarians vs. Film Noir
- Larry
- Apes Speaking, Symbolic Marriage, Ya Know...The Usual
- Spiritualism
- Get a Job
- Bongo Party
- Tricks of the Tirade
- Show Business
- Stephen Foster in the 21st Century
- Give Me Something To Write On
- EGO ADRENALIN!
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My life suffocates
Planting seeds of hate
I've loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate
I give, you take
This life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth
Anger, misery
You'll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the dead
Harvester of sorrow
Pure black, looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to be
Drink up
Shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gain
Anger
Misery
You'll suffer unto me
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the dead
Harvester of sorrow
All have said their prayers
Invade their nightmares
To see into my eyes
You'll find where murder lies
Infanticide
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the dead
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the dead
Harvester of sorrow
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