Thank you for the fave on "Drown it Out". Much appreciated.
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Words are beautiful but restricted. They're very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over, the dark, the place where there's nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is. -Jeff Buckley
hey there adamoh! (not daveoh). i will now watch you, as promised.
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~~ you are my shadow, you bring the pain, you are the pleasure pulsing through my veins. blood to blood, life to life, my breath is you, the taste of night. ~~ shakespeare
Devious Comments
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" the soul never thinks without a mental picture. "
feeling proud with you star
thank you so much - coming from you, I'm really feeling happy
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mimi
...@o=
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Stock Stock Stock [link]
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f.ujiyama
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we seem to invent ourselves in the places left unknown.
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" the soul never thinks without a mental picture. "
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we seem to invent ourselves in the places left unknown.
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Almost, but not quite, entirely unlike tea.
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"Human salvation lies in the hands of the creatively maladjusted."
-Martin Luther King Jr.
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Kabu
Laugh your head off! And then put it back on again ...
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"So close, no matter how far
Couldn't be much more from the heart
Forever trusting who we are
and nothing else matters"
The Lost Souls Forever
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pleasant nightmares,
Joseph
spooky as all heck- [link]
an interview with Art model Andrew- [link]
visit *TheExquisiteCorpse and *Dark-Arts-Asylum
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"The duty of youth is to challenge corruption"
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The Exquisite Corpse
jigsawpuzzleproject
Mister Noz !
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The Exquisite Corpse:[link]
My website: [link]
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Words are beautiful but restricted. They're very masculine, with a compact frame. But voice is over, the dark, the place where there's nothing to hang on: it comes from a part of yourself that simply knows, expresses itself, and is. -Jeff Buckley
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dOnT sToP iF i FaLl
AnD dOnT lOoK bAcK
dOnT sToP, bUrY mE
aNd FaDe To BlAcK
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~~ you are my shadow, you bring the pain, you are the pleasure pulsing through my veins. blood to blood, life to life, my breath is you, the taste of night. ~~ shakespeare
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the consequences of sounds
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