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i've been here a
thousand
times before
it's the way the paint is
chipped on the curb and
the way the sun shines through
the cold autumn trees
the mute sound of these
people
passing by. earphones: volume ten, song seven mindripped and flattened i should be on the tall tower, i should be falling,
far away from here
night time: it's the way the lightning charges the sky just short of the clouds &n
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"Life in not measured by the number of breaths we take, but by the moments that take our breath away."
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
...each one was sincerely appreciated
aye, working through a migraine is normally the only way i can get rid of them...
...nothing like making the already hyperactive thing fire more
*and now meanders off through your gallery*
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-its three am and everyone is thinking about someone else-
dishabille homerealm: [link]
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.epitomei
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But I am soooo poor.
Wanna barter art? ^_^ I can oil paint and sculpt. hehe.
Life was much easier when it was, "I will trade you this sheep for your bushel of apples."
I really do want prints though. One day when I'm rich I'll come and buy them all up.
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