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A Nagi, or female Naga, a type of shapeshifting magical reptilian humanoid found in many Southeastern Asian mythologies.

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Sankrit; Micron and Ink on Bristol; 2012 by Collin Gribbons

It begins just like every other day. Like puppets in a play we have our respected place. No one would ever dare to stray away in fear of having there strings cut. In the end it is All just a game that is being played. To see if I go indeed insane. Sun,moon,truth, All it takes is a tick. As if it is a trick. To make the life like bomb to go off. As an explosion of thing GO'S around and around. Cutting its way deep in to my soul. The worst of memories flash before my eyes. Daring to make me cry. Wanting to see me at my knees. Sun,moon,truth Tapping of pencils are now drums in my head trying to make me stay dead. chattering monkeys grow closer to me every click of the clock. Getting bigger and BIGGER till I have no more room to breath. Gasping for air I scream it's....not... FAIR!!!! Sun,moon,truth, The heart I thought I not had. Try's to show it self to the world in all it dark glory. Working to hard it stabs its self and it does nothing but only leaves the sensation of pain. Grabbing of the chest try's to numb the feeling. Only escaping to go south to brew up a pot of boiling green pain. Sun,moon,truth going on and on I walk for miles not knowing I'm wearing down my own grave. I push the ones I love away in fear of being brush under the rug like dust. Not knowing I'm slowly burning my self with every smile and hug. The room gets smaller there is no were to go. No more air. No more life. All that is left is pain. A shell of who I once was. Sun,moon,truth As I grab for the blade I'm in a dark haze. My eyes once the gateway to my soul now are the gateway to the darkest parts of what would be concerted a living hell. Thinking there so no escape I allow my self to be cut open..to see if I can let my soul be free. SUN,MOON,TRUTH. IN A BLINK OF AN EYE EVERY THING STOPS. at the sound of music. Like a mothers voice it calms the beast in side. It allows me to search for a way to stay sane. Music Leeds me like a shepherd to the feet of a dead wise man. Who outlook on life was of his own. On my knees with tears of blood..he takes me in and only said to me. "the three things that can not remain hidden are. The sun, the , moon, and the truth." - buddha

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You are in physical existence to learn and understand that your energy, translated into feelings, thoughts and emotions, causes all experience. There are no exceptions.