Who had nothing to say but yet felt as if the very air spoke; Neither death nor comfort, nor peace.
Songs of decay and joy, speaking heartaches and toy, with the spectacle of rebirth...
I just lit a candle to light my keyboard, bought a nice bottle of Pinot Noir, settling in to do some art this evening. There will be more artwork posted soon.








I noticed your Vanitas and I wanted to invite you to contribute to a gallery showing about portraying clocks as reminders of death, or an variation on that. Please let me know if you are interested.
Thanks.
Arvo
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Donna B. @ noizmaker.net.
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welcome to DA ....
like your plugs too.
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cheers!
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:: maY the sca|es fa|| from your eYes ::
...hmm dunno what then but please do
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man began to feed on man...
X-10-SiON
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