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justin - Status: Member
- One who left DA and came back!
- Male/Canada
- Offline for 4d 2h 21m 18s
- Deviant since Jan 3, 2005, 9:51 AM
- 14 Deviations
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angelHe took her hand and smiled gently squeezing her hand to let her know it’s all right his gaze searching hers looking for... something. What, what was he looking for. It was curious he had spent so much time looking around at the people with plastic faces he had almost forgotten what true emotions were. still deep in contemplation but not taking his gaze away from her beautiful face with her cute little dimples and ice blue eyes and a smile that could melt your heart. and then it hit him what he had been searching for all along... her soul, it wasn't just that he had found her soul. It was that he saw who that soul was, the beauty and simangel
in Spoken Word on 4/28/08
Imagine the colorImagine the color Red malevolent drippings Absolutely beautifulImagine the color
Descending below Down, ground stained red Life forgiven
Life taken for granted Red passion Red is love Rose petals drop, fall Becoming liquid Streams of love And passion Unforgotten hate Malice unending state Unending dreams, end Down fall below, I can’t Keep on going on
in Fixed on 5/29/05
postcard from hellShe cried like I did She found out what I did I fell in her eyes to maggot But she remains an angel I see her look at me, she hates me She should… she loved me And I love her… oh I wish she knew I’m sorry I didn’t mean it... Or did I? I did it didn’t I? Maybe I wanted to hurt you You’re so untouchable and I touched you You cried and I hurt you Maybe I wanted to see you fall Maybe… Just maybe it was to show youpostcard from hell
In a sick perverted way How much I love you and… Protected you from me Sure your angel eyes scorn me now But maybe
in Open on 5/24/05
from front to backThe pressure of your hipsfrom front to back
The corners of your lips Streaks of red and black Run down your face From front to back I miss your taste
I miss your hate I miss you The pressure of my knife
The pain of the slice Streaks of red and black Run down my arm I miss your face
I miss your place I miss you The pressure of your lips
The end of the kiss Streak tears and hate Run down our face
From front to back I miss your kiss I miss your bliss
I miss you The pressure of the pain The loss is so insane &
in Open on 5/20/05
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Devious Information
- Current Age: 18
- Current Residence: canada
- Interests: reading writeing and nature (i hate spelling)well found something new i like doing danceing
- Favourite poet or writer: edgar allen poe Henry David Thoreau
- Shell of choice: egg shell
- Favourite gaming platform: dungeons and dragons rpg(role playing games) fps(first person shooter)
- Personal Quote: love, what more shall i say
- Tools of the Trade: pen/pencil paper imagination
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Devious Comments
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those mortal minds who can not mend their word I pitty for true beauty is in the soul
I'm happy that you like my work
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MySpace | Flickr
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we came together
but you left alone
and i know how it feels
[[to walk out on your own]]
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MoO!
Tell Carlos you forgot to inflate the raft because you were camera whoring. He'll understand.
|D|E|V|I|A|N|T|A|R|T| The anti-myspace
Obviously.
Anyway, THANKS. Aaaaaaaand I'll have a look around your gallery and stuff now.
BYE!
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Life Is Great
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well glad that over...
NO I'M NOT A FAIRY...
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well glad that over...
NO I'M NOT A FAIRY...
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we came together
but you left alone
and i know how it feels
[[to walk out on your own]]
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can't sleep can still hear them..... i will kill Jon and Jessica OO
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o ya jesicas blood tastes goood
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we do not fall on death sudenlly we advance in small degrees; we die every day.///Cultivate the habit of early rising. It is unwise to keep the head long on a level with the feet.
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"..... shut up i'm not the brightest tool in the shed."
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we do not fall on death sudenlly we advance in small degrees; we die every day.///Cultivate the habit of early rising. It is unwise to keep the head long on a level with the feet.
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*poof*
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