
Here's a pile of skulls I drew.
I really, really wanted to make an ossuary after I learned what that is, but all my sculpey had dried up, and the internet said that there is no way to get it back once it's gone.

| There will be time, there will be time | |
| To prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet; | |
| There will be time to murder and create, | |
| And time for all the works and days of hands | |
| That lift and drop a question on your plate; | 30 |
| Time for you and time for me, | |
| And time yet for a hundred indecisions, | |
| And for a hundred visions and revisions, | |
| Before the taking of a toast and tea. |
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