A little worried
Journal Entry: Mon Feb 25, 2008, 6:26 PM
For the past 3 or 4 or 5 months I have been without a muse. It's starting to worry me. I really love what I do, it just seems like for the love of it, someone raped my muse and killed it. Where did it go, I may never know.
- Mood:
Mortified - Listening to: The Crypt Creepers: Drink Beer Hail Satan
Devious Comments
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:: + The Lovely Rapscallion Vixen +::
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bennynero.com [link]
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Why do people kill people, who kill people, to show people, that to kill people is bad?
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The Kreeper's Lair
lulz
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If vodka was water, and i was a duck, i'd swim to the bottom, and never come up.
But vodka's not water, and im not a duck, so pass me the bottle, and shut the f^@% up.
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"Doomsday device?...I suppose I could part with one and still be feared..."
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Why do people kill people, who kill people, to show people, that to kill people is bad?
Click me!
The Kreeper's Lair
Though, I don't recall ever ask your opinion.
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Take a look at my gallery. I gaurantee that there's something you'll love.
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Heathen, a pagan, no sun shines for me
Savage but gentle, the animal within. And I see it now...
Address Unknown - Birmingham, AL Gothic Rock
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LifeSucksTrashFuck!
I drew a little you, but I'm not going to give it to you. It sucks my balls. Yes it does. I will draw a better one tomorrow :\ When I feel like it, I've got an art project, a birthday present, a freakin' commission to do, alot of shit. So, yeah :3 I promise to try atleast :c
Love y♥u
-Squeeg.
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"Dream me, oh dreamer; down to the floor. Open my hands and let them weave onto yours. Feel me, completer; Down to my core. Open my heart, let it bleed onto yours. Feeding on fever, down all fours; Show you what all that howl is for
It's Squeeg, I love the gallery. And the lovely quote.
-Squeeg.
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"Dream me, oh dreamer; down to the floor. Open my hands and let them weave onto yours. Feel me, completer; Down to my core. Open my heart, let it bleed onto yours. Feeding on fever, down all fours; Show you what all that howl is for
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