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The artist stands in the harshest position of his own art, right above it and inside of it all at once. So while othes look up and see the final product, they can only look down on their own works and view the insides that hold it.
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In a glade of the swamp stood a grassy island, of perhaps an acre's extant, clear of trees and tolerably dry. On this now leaped and twisted a more indescribable horde of human abnormality then any but a Sime or an Angarola could paint. - HP Lovecraft
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Hey... Check out my Gallery
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Be bold in what you stand for and careful what you fall for
Member of ExpansionChat [link]
here is my own chatroom
[link]
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When a large chick kicks you in the head, you thank God for saving your balls...
Behind every humongous rack, there is a belly with it's "eye" "closed"...
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Green Day is like sex. When we're good, we're really good! When we're bad... we're still pretty damn good! - Mike Dirnt
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Just another wandering artist.
Do you know the difference between ignorance and apathy? Personally, I don't know and don't give a damn.
Beware the Crotch kicking Zombies!!!
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Gimme a buzz on IM, I'm usually pretty bored.
AIM: JudasRocknPriest
YIM: JudasRockinPriest
#ExpansionChat!
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Gimme a buzz on IM, I'm usually pretty bored.
AIM: JudasRocknPriest
YIM: JudasRockinPriest
#ExpansionChat!
I really appreciate it!
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This is the part where I say something witty... ...wait for it!!
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The artist stands in the harshest position of his own art, right above it and inside of it all at once. So while othes look up and see the final product, they can only look down on their own works and view the insides that hold it.
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Humantiy is a curious thing among the paranormal
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Just remember, you're a pervert too.
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"Touch my pants and so help me I'll reap your soul!" - CJShadorunner in the Hall of Superheros
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Commissions: [link]
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My brain is dead.
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+ Nothing is True; Everything is Permitted. +
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In a glade of the swamp stood a grassy island, of perhaps an acre's extant, clear of trees and tolerably dry. On this now leaped and twisted a more indescribable horde of human abnormality then any but a Sime or an Angarola could paint. - HP Lovecraft
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Empty signature. Nothing to see here.
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Nobody told me!
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How about another cookie? A brownie? Hey look I found a PIZZA!... you know you want it.
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