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hello world
1 min read
Logging in to see you have been a devianartist for "11 years" is quite a trip. I am an oldie.
I am hoping to post new work in the upcoming months. We will see what the flavor of this time is...
....a laughing shout out to all the old ones still out there.
I am hoping to post new work in the upcoming months. We will see what the flavor of this time is...
....a laughing shout out to all the old ones still out there.
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caliiiiiiiiiiii
1 min read
alone in the desert
the radio spins its wheel and makes a full circle---
never hearing human voices
and then a tumbleweed hits your car
the radio spins its wheel and makes a full circle---
never hearing human voices
and then a tumbleweed hits your car
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obstacle one
2 min read
I wish I could eat the salt off of your lost faded lips
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging. I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
and you go stabbing yourself in the neck
We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she posed, it's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff, she's always calling my bluff
She puts, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart
interpol
We can cap the old times, make playing only logical harm
We can cap the old lines, make playing that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging. I'll never see this face again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, and I'll never see this place again
and you go stabbing yourself in the neck
We can find new ways of living make playing only logical harm
And we can top the old times, clay-making that nothing else will change
But she can read, she can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
She can read, she can read, she can read, she's bad
Oh, she's bad
It's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again
You go stabbing yourself in the neck
But it's different now that I'm poor and aging, I'll never see this place again
And you go stabbing yourself in the neck
It's in the way that she posed, it's in the things that she puts in my head
Her stories are boring and stuff, she's always calling my bluff
She puts, she puts the weights into my little heart
And she gets in my room and she takes it apart
She puts the weights into my little heart
I said she puts the weights into my little heart
She packs it away
It's in the way that she walks
Her heaven is never enough
She puts the weights in my heart
She puts, oh she puts the weights into my little heart
interpol
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Artistic Nude?
1 min read
The artistic nude category is now a joke
im concerned
im concerned
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Deviantart Is My Lover II
1 min read
years ago I wrote in my journal, "deviantart is my lover."
Well deviantart, you still are, and will always be. but so much has changed over the years.
still completely devoted...
...just less inspired.
life is fucking messy and tragic and sometimes its just a big bag of dicks.
Well deviantart, you still are, and will always be. but so much has changed over the years.
still completely devoted...
...just less inspired.
life is fucking messy and tragic and sometimes its just a big bag of dicks.
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