First of all, I'd like to thank you for the devwatch on my account and then to letcha' know that that account is dead. X_x If you want to continue watching me, my new account is here ---->
Hiya, this is on her new account Thanks for watching me on my old account but I'll hardly be there anymore so please come and check my new gallery out.
Thanks a lot for the fav! I hope your hiccups go away soon. I know a girl who had them chronically. They really never stopped, so she had to take medication. It was so weird...
-- Hope incubates in the warm loam of every armpit. --Tom Wolfe
yeah it's really too bad that instruments are so damn expensive. whenever i teach violin to people i do it for free. but it's good to use your voice as an instrument because it's part of you.
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
i love john frusciante, he's one of my favorite people in the world. he understand life and music better than anyone i've ever encountered. and rhcp is my favorite band.
do you sing or play any instruments as well as write songs?
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
Thank you so much for adding me to your watch list, and you have a really AWESOME gallery. Keep up the good work
-- "...makes me search for an answer I don't want to know, it's like a plague from below, killing all that I know, one hundred voices the same, drench their sorrow in flame..."
the lion king is a kickass movie. and you have good taste in music too.
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
haha deary is soooooo totally not me! ...it was an impulse i swear. i swear that happens all the time. i get impulses to do things and i dotn think about it lol....i hit my friend in the head with our year book and it was just an impulse....he gave me a look lol!
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*holding a bloody stick* officer i swear...that man was already dead when i started to beat him up....*grins*
thanks so much for the watch deary!...woah...deary.....im NEVER saying that again....*shivers* im becoming grandma before i become an adult......NOOOOOOOOOOO
again thanks lots! great site you got to!
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*holding a bloody stick* officer i swear...that man was already dead when i started to beat him up....*grins*
Devious Comments
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~berndi
Clubs:
=sunsets
~big-cats-club
=Zoo-photographers
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Something witty goes here-Jill
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With my head in the clouds & my eyes on the ground,
even though I stumble I never fall down:
that is the öz way.
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Hope incubates in the warm loam of every armpit. --Tom Wolfe
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
do you sing or play any instruments as well as write songs?
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
By the way, your art rocks
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"Life is what happens while you are busy making other plans." - John Lennon
"Relax, kid! These are the best years of your life!"
"You mean it gets WORSE?" - Life in Hell
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"...makes me search for an answer I don't want to know, it's like a plague from below, killing all that I know, one hundred voices the same, drench their sorrow in flame..."
-"Sons of Plunder" by Disturbed
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bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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[link] <- click it bitach!!
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On a hot summer's night do you offer your throat to the wolf with the red rose?
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*holding a bloody stick* officer i swear...that man was already dead when i started to beat him up....*grins*
commissions are open! send a note!
again thanks lots! great site you got to!
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*holding a bloody stick* officer i swear...that man was already dead when i started to beat him up....*grins*
commissions are open! send a note!
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