It has been almost a year since my last activity on deviantART. Insanity isn't it?
I'm not dead yet.


Kid in the Candy StoreIt really is torture when you stare at the unattainable, forced to see eye to eye what it is you dream of having only to have it whisked away as if your dream was a joke.Kid in the Candy Store
Lost is my path, sense of direction. Lost is my resolve my determination.
Depression: seeing what you want, right before your eyes; smelling a possibility, right under your nose; knowing that it isn't an option, then feeling your heart break all over again.
But it is the right thing to do, forsake the pleasure because of the pain. Isn't


Ernie McPhearsonI remember good old Ernie McPhearson Who ran with the rough and tumble crowd And was quite fearsome I remember good old Ernie McPhearsonErnie McPhearson
Old Ernie was one tough guy Who always settled his debts. Always do the same, he said, less you wish to die. Debtors remember good old Ernie McPhearson.
Ernie was in the mob. The most honest SOB you’d ever meet And, to his friends, as loyal as a dog.
I remember when things went sour I can pinpoint the exact hour
I remember good old Ernie McPhearson Who took a bullet to save my sorry life &nbs


Clive's Adventure Clive Stapleton was a free man now all thanks to those stupid guards. Clive observed the abandoned house from across the street. It’s watching me, he thought. It thinks I don’t know but I do. Clive began to make his way toward the house. The spikes on the metal fence pole made him smile. I wonder how high up you’d have to fall from for the poles to go straight through your heart, he pondered. The gargoyles on either side of the metal gate reminded him of the moron who locked him up. Those Feds were about as smart as stone beasts, he reasoned, and with about as much appreciation for art: noClive's Adventure


Understanding the dA policyEtiquette PolicyUnderstanding the dA policy
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We rule.
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We let
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Blog: [link]
Gaia: [link]
Gaptr: [link]
Paypal: abbie_luvs_u(a)hotmail.com
Twitter: [link]
Youtube: [link]
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~devartdude
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Lt. Maria Laguerta: So then he must have already had the head with him in the front seat. Huh, that's weird. Why would he keep it there?
Dexter Morgan: I don't know. So he could use a carpool lane.
I hope to be active again and bringing new random deviants to your life
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I'M STILL AIMEE FROM THE BLOCK
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