O, she doth teach the torches to burn bright!
It seems she hangs upon the cheek of night
As a rich jewel in an Ethiop's ear-
Beauty too rich for use, for earth too dear!
Eileen; sahkae@gmail.com
I line my eyes like a raccoon and my nail polish is always cracked.
Saturday, October 8
The Perfect Male. Final piece for Art; somehow, and unfortunately, it's the only piece of mine that I'm not proud of. Slipshod work. I did manage to make certain people happy in the process though.