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About Me Member Pseudo-Intellectual FrancieT18/Female/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 1 Year
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Oh scruffy faces, Oh strange places.

Mon Sep 21, 2009, 8:22 PM
  • Mood: Bewildered
  • Watching: the secrets dry
So I made poor choice, a good one but a poor one
and now my mouth tastes like antiboitics
and I'm pretty sure it always will

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Devious Info

  • Interests: Not wearing shoes, Strangers
  • Favourite artist: Egon Schiele, Titian
  • Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde, Byron and Dosty.
  • Favourite style of art: surrealism
  • Personal Quote: " The modern Novel lacks whale bones"
  • Tools of the Trade: a monogramed handkerchief

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Comments


:iconthetaoofchaos:
you(r poems) have my attention. :)

shane

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The world is an eraser for these words


- Jack Kerouac


we must destroy that which contains us
:iconsatchell:
Your poetry is amazing.

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"I say unto you: a man must have chaos yet within him to be able to give birth to a dancing star. I say unto you: ye have chaos yet within you."
:iconfranciet:
Thankyou very much.
:iconghrey:
:)

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Bore, n.: A person who talks when you wish him to listen.
:iconrawimage:
:bow:

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universal dilettante
:iconanavah:
I really enjoy the mood and structure of your pieces.

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Thank you.
:icongedwaylem:
journal feature love

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"millions long for immortality who do not know what to do with themselves on a rainy sunday afternoon." -susan ertz
:iconultimateoutlaw:
I'll not lie and say I read through your entire gallery, because I am the ADD queen and I did not. However I did pick it apart for a good while... And found it to be incredibly pro :heart: Hence, you are now watched :)

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"What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset." Crowfoot, Blackfoot warrior and orator 1830 - 1890

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