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- Current Residence: A house! =O
- Interests: Anime and manga. Especially Naruto! =D
- Favourite band or musician: THE BEATLES!
- Favourite style of art: The awesome kind
- Operating System: Windows XP with the hard drive of a Windows 97!!
- Favourite game: Ragnarok Online!
- Favourite cartoon character: GAARA!! whee~
- Personal Quote: Ouch...
- Tools of the Trade: Fire?
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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
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A kid walks into a jail.
Says the kid, “Give me two paintings please.”
Says the guy behind the counter, “I don't work here.”
Says the kid, “Oh, that’s fine, I’m Canadian.”
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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
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A kid walks into a jail.
Says the kid, “Give me two paintings please.”
Says the guy behind the counter, “I don't work here.”
Says the kid, “Oh, that’s fine, I’m Canadian.”
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A kid walks into a jail.
Says the kid, “Give me two paintings please.”
Says the guy behind the counter, “I don't work here.”
Says the kid, “Oh, that’s fine, I’m Canadian.”
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The lights are dim. Strobe lights dance upon the ceiling, framing the twisting rabid sillhouettes of hypnotised ravers. The bass pulses through the bones, the blood, the brain; we move as one being and starkly individual at once, rising up, crashing down.
--
A kid walks into a jail.
Says the kid, “Give me two paintings please.”
Says the guy behind the counter, “I don't work here.”
Says the kid, “Oh, that’s fine, I’m Canadian.”
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Only Loneliness Can Prevent Forest Fires.
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A kid walks into a jail.
Says the kid, “Give me two paintings please.”
Says the guy behind the counter, “I don't work here.”
Says the kid, “Oh, that’s fine, I’m Canadian.”
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