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  • Favourite poet or writer: Vladimir Nabokov
  • Favourite photographer: John Seredynski
  • Operating System: Linux
  • MP3 player of choice: XMMS
  • Shell of choice: SSH
  • Favourite game: Halo & Final Fantasy
  • Favourite gaming platform: XBox

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:iconekep:
you got really nice gallery :)

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hi fav spammers!
:icontabias:
My anus is bleeding!

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I'm not the best, I'm not the worst, but I like what I do just fine.
:iconkyregan:
Acti <3

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~imagine there's no heaven, it's easy if you try~
:iconphoenixtemplar:
Do you remember what we taught each other love? Do you remember the blood red moon the last night we had together? Do you remember...
:iconphoenixtemplar:
Would you come to me if I called to you? Can you hear my thoughts on the dessert wind? There are bonds between people...between souls...that cannot be broken by the conditions of this world...or the next.
Covering scars in paint to hide them...like touching up a beautiful work of art to make it last an eternity...but how many coats of paint can be added before the painting is altered through restoration? Can we survive such things? Are we not living portrats of ourselves? Weathering the storms of time...being battered and restored time and again? How many layers of paint can be added before the painting starts to crumble under its own weight? Yet there are events in life with such impact that they wash the canvas clean. Old scars...though never forgotten, are washed away like shells in the tide...leaving the portrat fresh and renewed...ready to walk the path of life again. Does this clensing alter the face of the portrat? Yes...and no...though the lines may differ and colors may change the face will always be recognizable by one who knows what to look for. Just as the restored painting is not identical to the original, but bears its soul in the meaning. So too, the meaning of the portrat...of the individual, is clearly seen through the soul's windows. Your windows are dark...do you hide from me or the rest of the world? Or both? Would you show me your eyes so that I might know your soul as kindred? So I might hear your thoughts on the sea breeze...and remember...
:iconvampiricgambit:
That was an amazing piece of writing... Is it yours, or did you get that from somewhere? I really enjoyed that.

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The more we think about what or whom we are, the more we neglect those whom we love... I fear the day when this love that is borne simply fades to nothingness...
:iconactinide:
Knowing him, it was his own.

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Bring to me binary form so that I may live forever.
:iconphoenixtemplar:
It was indeed my own work, written with inspiration from Obscurify.
:iconrangersharitar:
Heya, and welcome to DA...

Just saw your piccie, 'Obscurify'...Great job, and keep up the good work! ^^

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"Imagine if every Thursday your shoes exploded if you tied them the usual way. This happens to us all the time with computers, and nobody thinks of complaining."

-- Jef Raskin

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