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P A I N T I N G h u s k s I had a friend once, she was a painter. She was a student once, and a good one too, but one day she just didn't come to school. We were in college, she'd come a long way, and she'd done well the whole time. I thought she was sick, so I went to visit her, and I brought her flowers. They were blood red ones, with petals like daisies. I remember. She liked them. She painted them. That was why she didn't come to school. She wanted to paint.P A I N T I N G h u s k s by ~faker--than-thou
She's dead, now though. She doesn't paint anymore.
I bring her red flowers every day.
She was a very good friend. I'd visit her every day even when she was alive-- but I don't really think I thought s
Sta.sh
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"We are going down in flames captain, what do we do?"
After reviewing all options the fearless Captain replies, "TurN uP ThE MuSiC!" ~3Darmy
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yayyyyy mooses
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"Poor is the man whose pleasures depend on the permission of another." (Madonna)
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yayyyyy mooses
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The Beauty of Art Comes From Its Freedom...
KnightmanProductions.com
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My dA Prints [link]
Portfolio Site - [link]
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offical site: [link]
facebook page: [link]
I'm glad you liked the art
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BAN--- *One hour later* ---KAI!!!
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yayyyyy mooses