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"We weep for the blood of a bird, but not for the blood of a fish. Blessed are those with voice. If the dolls could speak, no doubt they'd scream 'I never wanted to become human!'"
i made some pretty sick photograms in photography. i'll hopefully get them up next week. watch for em and let me know what you think easy concept but it was my first time. lol. so i'm a little excited
Hey Shane! Thanks for faving "Come Out To Play In Colour" I appreciate it.
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Veronica & I are going to get married on top of a mountain..& there will be flutes playing & trombones & garlands of fresh..'erbs, & we will dance! until the sun rises, & our children will form a family band & tour the countryside & you wont be invited!
Devious Comments
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and there are trap doors.........
that you can't come back from.
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"We weep for the blood of a bird, but not for the blood of a fish. Blessed are those with voice. If the dolls could speak, no doubt they'd scream 'I never wanted to become human!'"
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German perversion
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Love is Sex,
Sex is Sin,
Sin is Forgiven,
So let's Begin!!!!!
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German perversion
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German perversion
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craft blog!
Thanks for the
I hope that you'll visit all my gallery, as soon as you can!
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I'm sorry, but I cannot reply and thank you all because of the filter which doesn't allow me to post too many messages in a row.
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*Do not go gentle into that good night, Rage, rage against the dying of the light - Dylan Thomas
*Forget the chocolate, the next life better have mangoes!
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I don't pretend to be captain weird. I just do what I do.
~ johnny depp
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If you love something... Set it free.
*Print now available for those who requested*
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"Disce quasi semper victurus; vive quasi cras moriturus"
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hey, it's me!
Thank you very much.
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*SexY-SnoW-SuCKaS~CombichristArmy~NIN-on-DA=Death-Chicks~thedarklings
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"If the doors of perception were cleansed every thing would appear to man as it is, infinite."
- William Blake
{designers'Couch}
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Veronica & I are going to get married on top of a mountain..& there will be flutes playing & trombones & garlands of fresh..'erbs, & we will dance! until the sun rises, & our children will form a family band & tour the countryside & you wont be invited!
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Every artist is a cannibal, every poet is a thief
All kill their inspiration and sing about their grief
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