-- Inspiration comes from everywhere and from nowhere, from life and from dreams and from places that have no names. It comes most often in small pieces as tiny and bright as diamonds.
Thankyou for the favorite.
And I pick `][`(())(())][,. They are worlds greatest band.
And if your into cheap random things to draw with may I suggest the humble ballpoint pen.
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Have you ever noticed that glass tastes a lot like blood??
I contest that we are both Athiests, I just believe in one fewer gods than you do. Once you understand why you dismiss all other possible gods, you'll understand why I dismiss yours.
Devious Comments
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Dear Buddha; please bring me a pony and a plastic rocket.
Need some new reading material? Check out Strawberry Comics!
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Là où tout finira..
*disctracts you* HEY Look what I can do...
Why is he getting it up the butt with a light saber anyway?
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There is no right, wrong, good or bad....there just IS!
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There is no right, wrong, good or bad....there just IS!
"Ingesting her inner beauty"
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glad you like it.
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I LOVE SHOOTING.... *bang*... er... *click*
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Inspiration comes from everywhere and from nowhere, from life and from dreams and from places that have no names. It comes most often in small pieces as tiny and bright as diamonds.
-Tami Hoag (Dark Paradise)
And I pick `][`(())(())][,. They are worlds greatest band.
And if your into cheap random things to draw with may I suggest the humble ballpoint pen.
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Examine ~TheExquisiteCorpse and ~TheBallpointPenClub
also ~Jigsaw Puzzle Project
Meanwhile, I will look out for your works
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Fantasy is chaos; reality is logic...
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Charm is deceitful and beauty is passing.
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Have you ever noticed that glass tastes a lot like blood??
I contest that we are both Athiests, I just believe in one fewer gods than you do. Once you understand why you dismiss all other possible gods, you'll understand why I dismiss yours.
They are really good.
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Strangers passing in the street by chance two separate glances meet.
And I am you and what I see is me.
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