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is bored with dark poetry
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I guarentee it
comma man
comma
if you try that shit one more time
I'm gonna make you regret it.

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:iconmitts:
Why are you watching me? Just out of interest..
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:iconqda:
Hi

I'm starting this club of sorts as a place where everyone can post their portrait.

You can find it at [link]

All you have to do is give me a link (in a note to faces.deviantart.com) to where i can grab your pic. If you wish, you can email me the pic (ask me for the email)

Then I will add your portrait to the gallery, with your devart nickname and a description of your choice!

I'm always curious to see what everyone looks like, and I hope people will be interested

I just thought of this today, and I hope it takes off well.

If you feel that you'd like to help out, let me know.
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deepbluenothing Mar 3, 2005
I spat out chocolate milk when I read that. Thanks. :lol:
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:iconarmorfelix2001:
hmm, "is bored with dark poetry", would that be badly written dark, goodly written dark, or all dark poetry in general?
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deepbluenothing Nov 11, 2004
who said you were?
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deepbluenothing Nov 9, 2004
Dyne peered through the sewer grate from his eyelevel. "What the fuck was that for?" he yelled, becoming noticably distraught. "Have you been leading me on, or are you just a total bitch?"

Sarah looked at him with bleary eyes. "It was too much. You can't fucking afford it, in any sense of the word. You're too goddamn romantic, too goddamn real." With that, she turned to leave. Time slowed to a crawl as Dyne watched her boots swivel, followed by the pulse in her trenchcoat as she whirled around. Her hair burst into sunlight about two steps down. He watched, silently, as her head turned slightly and a single tear hit her shoulder.

Unnoticed by Sarah was the tear that shattered on the concrete.
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