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Once upon a time on a winter's eve
A mall Santa's employer told him "Leave!"
For your breath reeks of liquor
And your language is vulgar!
You're scaring young customers
And you're groping their mothers!

With a grunt and shout
They threw his ass out!
Limping away he roared;
"Wherzzat spirit adored
by all you yellow fucks?
You pricks be'er get new locks!"

Limping away in his half-stupor
Down to his tiny shack by th'river
He took up his boom-stick
And with a loud click-click
He stormed off toward the mall
Determined to kill them all!
Where Home Once Stood by Nothin-to-Hyde
Where Home Once Stood
    Allow me to share with you a memory.  A mere two years ago there was a house here.  There lived my great grandmother.  As a child I would visit her; indeed much of my early life took place here.  This was my home; here was safe from my parents and peers.  One day everything changed.  Fed up with my then-current life I fled.  It was on that day that I came to live with my aunt and uncle.  My great-grandmother fell deathly ill, and at the time I did not understand why.  
    It was not until nigh a decade later when she was being moved into assisted living that I understood.  I did not recognize the place.  I had to help my aunt and grandmother clean the house for appraisal. There was rotting who-knows-what in both indoor and outdoor refrigerators. The garage and carport were filled to bursting with all manner of rubble from the past five decades.  Hundreds; thousands perhaps, of empty yogurt cups lined the south wall, washed and neatly stacked.  A crate of pamphlets from when she ran for office before my parents were born, piles of rusty metal, board games, paintings, wrecked antiques, and an acute despair were strewn all 'round the place.  The walls were cracked, and silverfish were their bitter tears.  in the front room lay a table piled with several years worth of of mail (mostly scams she'd fallen for) and boxes more were stacked in a hall much too narrow for them.  Many of my old possessions were on a shelf by the front door. The laundry room could barely be recognized as indoors anymore, and the floor had rotted away.  Both lawns had died and been reborn as beds of wire and nails.  The old cedar you see had grown into one of the windows.  The walkway was broken and overgrown; 'twas unsafe for such a frail old lady.  
    Despite all this, she did not want to leave.  It still meant so much to her, and she refused to talk to myself, my aunt, or my grandma for some time.  When next I returned to the house, there was no house.  What remained was an empty lot smaller than I remember the front room being.
    Recently, my aunt woke me to inform me that grandma-ma's nightmare may come to an end.  I got my grieving out of the way that day, though she still survives to my knowledge.  Though she seems quite happy now her health is rapidly failing; one might say she's rotting but still moving.
    To this day I try to remember what that house was like in my boyhood, but even ruin no longer remains.  That fractured road to nowhere is barely visible.
    Tonight I went and took the above photo.  I had just found my old camera and needed to seize the opportunity.

Thank you for sharing your time with me,
Jezebelle Redux by Nothin-to-Hyde
Jezebelle Redux
This is a redesign of <da:thumb id="368096446">.  I'm considering giving her a new name as well, but that's for a later date.  As the universe she would have been part of never was, she has become one of my benched characters: albeit one of my favorites.


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Damian Elkins
Artist | Hobbyist | Varied
United States
My past is my own.
Favorite genre of music: Hard Rock, Metal, Ambient, Classical
Favorite style of art: Macabre
Favorite cartoon character: Octavia
Personal Quote: I've seen the beginning, the middle, and the end. In each and every one it's the same story of man and his quest to devour. The difference is that in the end there will be nothing left to destroy but himself.
Favorite Quote: "Explorers in the further regions of experience. Demons to some. Angels to others."

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Sonicdude645 Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Thanks for the Badge!
Nothin-to-Hyde Featured By Owner Oct 21, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
The gift will keep on giving!
Sonicdude645 Featured By Owner Oct 19, 2014  Student Traditional Artist
Thanks for the Fave!
BroDogz Featured By Owner Mar 16, 2014
Welcome and thanks for speeding by to join :iconsonic-boom-hub:

We are so happy you decided to become a part of our community celebrating the new Booming spin on the franchise, as well as the Sonic stuff we all know and love. I hope you’ll enjoy your stay here and find a few more reasons to follow our favorite Hedgehogs, Fox and Echidna. ^^
MelianOfMist Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hello.  Nice to meet you! My name is Melian! :heart:
Swirls And Hearts Lines by MelianOfMist
Nothin-to-Hyde Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
The pleasure is all mine.  I go by "Hyde" around here.
MelianOfMist Featured By Owner Mar 9, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Hyde! I like that!  Your art is very colorful and unusual.  I like it.  It is very emotional too.  I like the piece about Valentine's day a lot. :-)
coconutcow Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
i like your art :3
Nothin-to-Hyde Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
Why thank you!  It's not often someone sees it, so I'm thrilled when someone does!  I just looked at your profile, and I like what I see!
coconutcow Featured By Owner Mar 8, 2014  Hobbyist General Artist
haha thanks XD
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