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DynamiteDaKillaClown
Male/United States
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Last Visit: 118 weeks ago
Keegan
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This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
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Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Breath
"Can't breathe" I gasped as i gazd upon her beauty and she walked out of the room so i rose to my feet and tried to build the cuorage to ask her out, but once i caught up to her all i could do is stare
I look upon her ravishing face with glowing eyes of deep sea blue and when she asked "What?" my heart stopped thunder clapped and i collapsed and time stood still for a split second as the light flooded the room, and i picked myself up and couldn't but say
"When I first saw you, you stole my breath away, and now as i speak chills run up my spine and i know i'll never be complete without you so will you be mine?"
She smiled and replied "a fire was lit within my heart when i looked into your eyes burning bright with desire, my breath was stole and i would like nothing more then for you to be mine."
Death
Though my blood is red
I am dead
My broken heart still beats
and i still walk on my dead feet
My black lungs breathe but,
I am dead
I lie in my bed wrighting this
For I am dead
Rejection
It's dark as the bitter taste of rejection hits you like a thousand daggers stabbing and pierceing your heart and you wake to the smell of blood screaming screaming for someone, someone just to listen.
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You think So, But I don't have to tolerate you.
If you have any problems feel free to ask for help!
-Ahkahna
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