Well hello

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what is this disease

dude, your silence speaks volumes.

Hey! Long, long time since I've logged in here and way longer since we've chatted. How've you been? Heather is beautiful! Congratulations on the wedding I'm so happy for you!

I'm graduating college in the Spring and am probably moving back to Toronto. If you want to keep in touch I can message you my current email Take care of yourselves!

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what is this disease

Thanks for the comment. Hope all is well.

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"Wow! The ABSLIDE really does work!"
-- Me, watching infomercials at four AM

That he does!

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Your Princess is in another castle!
-Toadstool

What's the best way to say thank you to a comment? Return the favor.

he lives!!!

I stumbled upon your work, and I've been captured by many an image you've created. Keep up the good work.

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"Wow! The ABSLIDE really does work!"
-- Me, watching infomercials at four AM

It's not often I sum up the American Peoples' point of view on anything; usually I'm summing up the opposite of what they think. Am I glad that someone thinks I got what they think right...?

...I'll get back to you. Meanwhile, here it comes- the ceremonial process of picking a piece from your gallery at random to comment on in return! Wheeee!

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music - [link]

where am i now that the music has faded?

thankyou jason.
I've left a little comment after yours got me thinking.

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thanks for that comment.. i will try your suggestion someime in the future when i write next

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Where am I supposed to hide now?
What am I supposed to do?
Did you really think I wouldn't see this through?

Thanks for your comment. The poem isn't meant to be revolting or disgusting in any sense that you picked up. I think it's clear enough, but its made even clearer with the simple biographical note that I've moved around a bit. I've only lived in this house 7 years, thus I've seen my neighbor grow from a young kid to a young man in highschool who brings home girlfriends and drinks. The seven years I've known him are only the most recent seven, not the first.

It was a moment when I admired his body, then recoiled at myself thinking - isn't he so young? what's wrong with me! ... but no, I've lived in this house seven years, he isn't so young anymore, is he?

I'll look at the poem again later to see if I can make it clearer.

And you're right, it does lack the oomph and message of my other works.

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You think I only think about you when we're both in the same room.

Current Icon made with by ~ justb.

Oh, the picture was very much enjoyed.

I evened printed it out several times just so it can go all the way around my room and on my ceiling...I do that with a lot of stuff, so don't think I'm crazy or anything.


I don't know her name, so I called her Galaxia.... lovely Galaxia. But no worries, I just did that to pass the time, that's all, it's not like I'm obsessed or anything.

I've imagined her and I together, we were playing boggle on a staircase in Venice. It was so romantic. She smelled like flowers...and tasted like Champagne...
...But no worries, I imagine scenario’s of me and pictures of people I see on a regular bases. I thought of myself and Walter Cronkite flying a kite on an Arabian night. Imagining is kind of a hobby of mine, really.

So yeah, great pic! Not that I thought it was great or anything...except for the eyes. Galaxia's eyes tell me of a passion, a passion that burns inside of her, waiting to be let out like hungry tigers from the cage. A Passion for boggle. But I notice that on a lot of people's eyes. Roger Ebert has that look every time he sees a Twinkie. So don't think I go around kidnapping girls and feeding them seaweed in my cottage whilst they are locked up beside the furnace. The furnace was chosen for the lock up place so even after she dies she'll be warm...But that's no me, of course.

Yeah, so I mildly enjoyed the pic, in a completely non-delusional way.


Love, CoCo

This has been a CoCo Production.

No women were kidnapped during this thought. On that topic, what her address? I need to know because I'm her, uh, masseuse.

thanks.

Appreciate the comment! And you hit the nail on the head. Obsydian's a lupogryphon, i.e., half wolf. Her other half's red-tailed hawk though

*frolicks through your gallery*

Hey, congrats! Good to hear the computer's back up--so how many games do you have installed on it yet???

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
I know. That's why it's going to work.



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comment, because you care.
share your love and not your hate.
love the artist, before yourself.
meditate on this.


Random Deviant

Noticed the quote in your .SIG and figured you might like this.

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Better than our god-awful bread!
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You rock.

*mazuko
Jason Bliss
.. is a Deviant of Many Talents
.. is a deviant since Mar 3, 2002
.. is subscribed until Aug 7, 2003, 18:51
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.. is located in United States
.. last host was 148.61.250.*
.. is currently
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.. MSN: sorinor4@hotmail.com


congrats!

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just dropping by, hope all's well.

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Your recent comments have been a real treat. The proximity of your impressions, to my intentions really make me feel like I am coming across effectivly...I often fear that I am being way too vague. Thanks again

Thanks for your well thought comments. You definitly tuned in to some of my intentions regarding the frogball.

At least you weren't trapped in a lab on a hamster wheel! There's always that. I remember seeing the building out here, and the top floor of the psych building has no windows.

Talk about creepy.

hey, thanks for the comments, it's good to hear from you again!

cheers

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Vic