iluvdevilschild

I am Lisa The scarred child. Artist of dream scapes, Photographer of landscapes, Reader of pictures, Queen of all things that are Unseen by most; Sitting high, high, high Upon my royal castle! I am beautiful- Inside and out- Yet loved by few. The love of few, Is the love of many. It surrounds me like a blanket. I am a goddess undivine, I am an artisan of the world's secrets, I am a dreamer in the rain, I am a capturer of imperfection. I am Lisa Kent, Beautiful and perfect.

The mouse ran in circles close to a hundred times before it finally dropped dead.  Just like the others had.  Alfred couldn't figure out why his experiments kept failing.  He dumped the formula into the disposal bin after jotting down his observations.  The old man had stopped experimenting on himself when he ended up as a garden lizard, now he got to waste his time killing rodents.  He glanced out the nearly closed window to see that sun had almost set.  Off came his apron and gloves, goggles too, all to be hung by the door as he grabbed a worn-out velvet coat and called for his dog. Benjamin was a mix breed, a creature of Alfred's making,