http://coyox.artspots.com/folder/2661 Coyox's Favorites collection of images. en-us Sun, 24 Feb 2008 17:59:57 -0000 Portrait of Mr. L.B. Monster. A writer of spooky stories and owner of the popular web startup "rate my scary face". He's quite proud of his work. [edit] Courtesy of my pal Oren Raviv: On a stormy dark night, about a quarter to three, In the den I set, quietly drinking my tea. The hours of dark are a wonderful time to reflect, On deeds I have done, things I regret. On the love I once had, so precious and great, Made my poor old heart, at the shape of an eight. How is it that I came to this plight? `tis true love, I tell you, to my ray of light, To a girl, as delicate as a foam of the sea, I'll give away my kingdom, for her to be with me. But alas, to my pleads Helena did not give in, Sent me away, with a shrug and a grin, My beauty Helena, Oh, can she ever forgive me? For locking her in my dungeon and throwing away the key. <br><br><a href="http://yaniv.artspots.com/image/16029/mr-lb-monster"><img src="http://www.artspots.com/files/image/file/16029/thumb_210/Mr__L_B__Monster_by_hackmachine.jpg" alt="Thumbnail" /></a><br /><br />Medium: Photoshop<br />Tags: monster bear Furry creature polar something<br /> Sun, 24 Feb 2008 17:59:57 -0000 http://www.artspots.com/files/image/file/16029/Mr__L_B__Monster_by_hackmachine.jpg http://yaniv.artspots.com/image/16029/mr-lb-monster http://yaniv.artspots.com/image/16029/mr-lb-monster http://yaniv.artspots.com/image/16029/mr-lb-monster monster bear Furry creature polar something http://coyox.artspots.com/folder/2661/rss Photoshop G http://www.artspots.com/files/image/file/16029/resized/Mr__L_B__Monster_by_hackmachine.jpg Portrait of Mr. L.B. Monster. A writer of spooky stories and owner of the popular web startup "rate my scary face". He's quite proud of his work. [edit] Courtesy of my pal Oren Raviv: On a stormy dark night, about a quarter to three, In the den I set, quietly drinking my tea. The hours of dark are a wonderful time to reflect, On deeds I have done, things I regret. On the love I once had, so precious and great, Made my poor old heart, at the shape of an eight. How is it that I came to this plight? `tis true love, I tell you, to my ray of light, To a girl, as delicate as a foam of the sea, I'll give away my kingdom, for her to be with me. But alas, to my pleads Helena did not give in, Sent me away, with a shrug and a grin, My beauty Helena, Oh, can she ever forgive me? For locking her in my dungeon and throwing away the key.