So it would appear that the year is through, bring on 2009 (or not.) So a final one for the year, a Sunny Heather. My dear dear Sunny, this one is abit different , because instead of being tender with it and treating it like a gem, i gave it a bit of roughening round the edges. So here it is.So it would appear that the year is through, bring on 2009 (or not.) So a final one for the year, a Sunny Heather. My dear dear Sunny, this one is abit different , because instead of being tender with it and treating it like a gem, i gave it a bit of roughening round the edges. So here it is.
Another Sunny Heather by me, Troy Shorter
Sunny Heather - Dirty Little Grunge Queen
Sunny Heather, the most gorgeous girl alive ... :P
Bent double, like old beggars under sacks,
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
May you know, the ground in which you gave your life is tarnished in your blood forever more, never to be touched, always to be mourned.
Knock-kneed, coughing like hags, we cursed through sludge,
Till on the haunting flares we turned our backs
And towards our distant rest began to trudge.
Men marched asleep. Many had lost their boots
But limped on, blood-shod. All went lame; all blind;
Drunk with fatigue; deaf even to the hoots
Of tired, outstripped Five-Nines that dropped behind.
Gas! GAS! Quick, boys! -- An ecstasy of fumbling,
Fitting the clumsy helmets just in time;
But someone still was yelling out and stumbling
And flound'ring like a man in fire or lime . . .
Dim, through the misty panes and thick green light,
As under I green sea, I saw him drowning.
In all my dreams, before my helpless sight,
He plunges at me, guttering, choking, drowning.
If in some smothering dreams you too could pace
Behind the wagon that we flung him in,
And watch the white eyes writhing in his face,
His hanging face, like a devil's sick of sin;
If you could hear, at every jolt, the blood
Come gargling from the froth-corrupted lungs,
Obscene as cancer, bitter as the cud
Of vile, incurable sores on innocent tongues, --
My friend, you would not tell with such high zest
To children ardent for some desperate glory,
The old lie: Dulce et decorum est
May you know, the ground in which you gave your life is tarnished in your blood forever more, never to be touched, always to be mourned.
Well Laura gave me a photo and obviously i as usual didn't have a clue what to do with it, it's the first one I've done for her and I'm not too happy but hey, anyways, comment, please :) i want constructive criticism or nice things :P And Laura, yes you have to comment. :P
Here it is, Beccar and Sunny, changed the hair colours, i got bit sloppy towards the end though.
This is a great photo with my lesson of you shouldn't rush anything and don't always hope for the best side of what you ask for. What's santa bringin to the bride this christmas? A broken heart.
This Picture was taken by Joanna Coles and edited by Troy Shorter.
Well, here i am back on a roll and obviously Sunny is now my focus, this one is entitled what it is because i thought of many things but they would all offend someone :P
Original picture taken By Sunny Heather(Pictured) and edited By Troy Shorter (Me)
See, i was quick, a fulfillment of my promise. As many of you may remember i did 'Sunny Heather, Eyes of Poseidon a couple of months ago, well here's my new take on it, i haven't got a name for it this time, so i just called it the promise, cos i promised to give you something new.
Well hello, everybody! How are we all today? One is now posh, as you may be able to tell. Anyways enough of that poop :) Well am writing to you all to apologise, cos i haven't posted for ages and i got desperate and started posting awful pics of my cats, which wasss bad! but to the point, I finally got Photoshop and all the other weird apps that come with it in the master collection and i have every intention of using them, so i'm gonna say: 'Give me a couple of weeks and i'll give you somethin AB FAB. So uhm, i don't know what to say, well thankyou all for taking the time to read this unbelievebly boring piece of snot :)
Mwah! x
Mwah! x
