chEmo
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Thanks for the comment. Death is my girl! I just glanced at your profile- sounds like you have more than earned your mettle.
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MRI...Biopsy...port...Teh sux!!!!
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Hi GrosDarling - Thanks for posting your work! Very cool! I love the Misfits chestpiece! You are very creative!
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How cool! I wish you luck on that! We NEED more tattoo artists! How would you describe your style? What is your favorite type? Got any pics?
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Invite DBK over to eat the brains made of severed head cake!
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Welcome to DGN! Are you a tattoo artist?
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Grading papers.....
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Whats your favorite zombie movie (s)?
I am teaching a horror class in the fall and need something other than 28 days later to show =)
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invite all the muged muggles to hogwarts...
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Only at Christmas. Do you know what I know?
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making pad thai
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Now Reading... (or Recently Finished)
chEmo replied to Nerdcore's topic in Movies, Books, Art, TV, Gaming and Computers
Jurgen Habermas and the Unfinished Project of Modernity: Critical Essays on the Philosophical Discourse of Modernity. Quite a good read, actualy. It gets into the Romantic purification of aesthetics. Very Goth. -
The Cruxshadows: Sympathy (for tomorrow) I'm not asking for favors not tonight I look up in the sky... all the rockets fall down (fall down) too many promises too many lies too many faces for me to know Sometimes I sit among the markers and contemplate my next life says something less sympathetic- "a little more unconditional respect was buried here" "But it never lived and it never died it never came from them it was always inside..." I don't care if time just passes us by I can stand the change... but not the cruelty too many promises too many lies too many faces for me to know Sometimes I sit among the markers and contemplate my next life says something less sympathetic- "a little more unconditional respect was buried here" "But it never lived and it never died it never came from them it was always inside..." (Spirits of the Dead by E.A. Poe - 1827) Thy soul shall find itself alone 'Mid dark thoughts of the grey tomb-stone; Not one, of all the crowd, to pry Into thine hour of secrecy. Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness- for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. The night, though clear, shall frown, And the stars shall not look down From their high thrones in the Heaven With light like hope to mortals given, But their red orbs, without beam, To thy weariness shall seem As a burning and a fever Which would cling to thee for ever. Now are thoughts thou shalt not banish, Now are visions ne'er to vanish; From thy spirit shall they pass No more, like dew-drop from the grass.
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Johnny West toy horses.