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Forgot Password or Username? Key Janglers Anonymous graduate. By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
Also knowen as the DerpHog. Also knowen as the DerpHog. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange.
This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange. You can edit widgets to customize them.
Forgot Password or Username? Deviant for 2 Years. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
Forgot Password or Username? Yep, that tasted purple. Yep, that tasted purple.
Forgot Password or Username? Deviant for 5 Years. Deviant since Jan 25, 2010. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
Forgot Password or Username? Deviant for 4 Years. Deviant since Nov 24, 2010. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
Forgot Password or Username? OH yes. Deviant since May 12, 2012. By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
Forgot Password or Username? Deviant for 3 Years. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange.
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
On November 16, 2011. A desire to just vanish. To see what was on the other side, or maybe, just not have to see how I was living.
Forgot Password or Username? Deviant for 6 Years. This is the place where you can personalize your profile! By moving, adding and personalizing widgets. You can drag and drop to rearrange.
Mostly bold, sometimes brutal and rarely funny. Wednesday, July 29, 2015. Something moves in this house every day. The lamp, a few centimeters to the left,. The vases, appear and disappear. The salt and pepper shuffled. The book shelf, a little off centre. And I spend my time putting them back. Which I decided in the first place. Out of boredom or compulsion,. Or because how will you follow rules. My peripheral vision is strained. Ears have had enough of my groans. To make me revolt,.
A sister for my soul, a wind for my sails, a reader for my tales. Tuesday, July 21, 2015. I thought that I was done with you. Thrown away the tiny vial that you came in. Burned the bristles of the hard brush. To give you definition, a sense of purpose. But you show up once more fumbling. At my doorstep with your boring existence. And feeble attempts to speak my tongue. When we both know you have no ear for it.