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Dragi tovarasi

Journal Entry: Fri Sep 14, 2007, 11:45 AM
  • Mood: Tired
  • Listening to: WASP - Inside the electric circus
  • Reading: Left Behind
  • Watching: Superbad
  • Playing: Pharaoh
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Since these are my last features, I'll just spit them out here without arranging them :D :D
O adunatura de pixeli... buna ziua!












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:)

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It's the courage to go forth into the darkness, face your fears, find your heart, find light where you thought were shadows of your dream.
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see ya there :hug:

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Pull me back together
Or separate the skin from the bone
Leave me all the pieces, and then you can leave me alone
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aham :hug:

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I swim a sea of skin, afraid to drown in flesh...
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I swim a sea of skin, afraid to drown in flesh...

Longterm features

a bit of poetry...
:iconwilliamfdevault:


for love is a binding
a test of our souls
to see if we dare to fulfill our true roles
halves of perfection
lost until when
we find our completion and our lives can begin



I want to be the consecration of all your hesitation.
I want to be the first, the last, the best and more.
I want to be sent reeling off the walls and off the ceiling
and to find my mind defined within your core.


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Desire.
My insides go all cinnamon and crimson
and firecracker.

I taste paprika
in the wind
and its symphony
plays gingerly
and my ears flame
because they can't settle
the score.

a bit of prose...
:iconsrsmith:


The light shimmered and changed, her likeness distorting and shredding as the smooth fabric of brightness fragmented into a multitude of ribbons. It began to vibrate in time with her phone, and from seemingly everywhere at once, the 1812 Overture shook the ground beneath her feet.


"Mama," she said finally, "your love doesn't rumble like thunder like it used to." She pressed one ear again to her mothers breast, covering the other ear with a free hand. The sound rising up wasn't the familiar steady beating she had grown with, but rather a different sound that ebbed and flowed. She squeezed her eyes shut and listened to breath being drawn in, and pushed out, and to the rhythmic rushing that kept time.

and, now, the visuals:

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Shower or Bath kind of person? 

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79 deviants said Shower all the way!
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53 deviants said I like both, I guess.
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22 deviants said Baths ftw!

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