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I am a Mad Scientist
VenomousAzaleya
22/Female/United States
Why I Am Here
- To herd llamas
- To spread the love
Last Visit: 1 hour ago
goes to church on Sundays.
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I have decided I am going to take advantage of what DA has to offer, and put up my photography portfolio up here. My drawn art tends to be more accepted on other websites, so my photographs of my pets, friends, and anything I feel qualifies will be found here. Thanks for the support and watches!
-- Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees, When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas, When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor, A highwayman comes riding, riding...
Thanks a lot....jack
it means alot
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regret is for those who cant face the future
You rule ~
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/l、
゙(゚、 。 7
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ Kitty!!!!!!
You rule ~
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/l、
゙(゚、 。 7
l、゙ ~ヽ
じしf_, )ノ Kitty!!!!!!
-high-five-
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Still of a winter's night, they say, when the wind is in the trees,
When the moon is a ghostly galleon, tossed upon the cloudy seas,
When the road is a ribbon of moonlight over the purple moor,
A highwayman comes riding, riding...
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without sacrifice we cannot gain, without pain we cannot grow...that is the way of the world
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