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Wow, this thing looks messy. I don't think I've changed the theme since '07....suggestions?
I should add something about myself, but I'm stumped at the moment. Perhaps that says a lot about little ole moi, mes chéris

This section and my wishlist are in need of a serious editing

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Look! A worm holie!

Worm hole. Need I type anymore?


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SkyGatePuppeteer

Report | 12/24/2010 2:55 pm

SkyGatePuppeteer

lol, nope, she's ours, but we have a history of befriending strays in the neighborhood, Daisy was found on a college campus and had been abandoned by her birth mother, she was of course way to young to survive on her own to we kept her, a lot of times we keep our little foundlings, but we have fostered a few to new homes. but she does have normal ears, her ears are folded in the picture because she's so young, but as far as cuteness she's still ridiculously adorable, just in a little bit different way ^^
but yes, she's very small still, she's still technically growing, but she's almost an adult, she probably seems so small to us because we're used to big cats, our biggest is a long haired female that's about 16-17 lbs, and she's not very fat, she's just all-around big o_O lol
SkyGatePuppeteer

Report | 12/24/2010 2:11 am

SkyGatePuppeteer

Oh the kitty picture? lol yeah, that's Daisy, she's one of many I live with, alas, she's all grown up now...well not really, she's still small, but you can't hold her in one hand like when that pic was taken XD
Dayne Abraxas

Report | 12/22/2010 11:48 pm

Dayne Abraxas

Almost anything is poetic, that or my mind is on a world of its own, at the moment.
Ah, I'm not much of a sexual person. I'm more asexual, but confused...
Dayne Abraxas

Report | 12/22/2010 11:30 pm

Dayne Abraxas

eek Wow, that is poetic.
I'm guessing it means the internal state differs from the external.
Allerlei Regrets

Report | 12/13/2010 1:46 am

Allerlei Regrets

I am more about the visual design than anything else. I do not care if there are points of traffic congestion! It looks pretty.
I gave up on weaponry for drawing and books. Come the collapse of the social infrastructure, weapon users will be a dime a dozen, but the person that knows how to treat a snake bite or a gun wound; who knows how to make black powder or chlorine gas and gas masks, that is the person that will be valuable.
The drawing is just for fun. I also just really enjoy learning crap.
Allerlei Regrets

Report | 12/13/2010 1:25 am

Allerlei Regrets

The internet: where awful people meet.
I did not have any idols, either, except I think I wanted to be Ash Ketchum when I was about nine. When it came to areas of study, I was about everywhere. At one point, I wanted to be an architect; at another, a writer; at yet another, a bioengineer, so that I would be able to be as God and create new lifeforms (this was my actual line of reasoning).
Fletching was the worst. I never figured it out, and ended up with retarded pointy objects that would fly willy-nilly.
Allerlei Regrets

Report | 12/13/2010 1:08 am

Allerlei Regrets

Female genitalia gets some points for being mostly tucked away inside the body, but loses some for being mucous membranes. There is just no winning with me.
I pushed them into the ends of the straightest reeds, then tied them tightly with string.
These were not good arrows, by any stretch.
Allerlei Regrets

Report | 12/13/2010 12:50 am

Allerlei Regrets

Ah, I have it now. Genitalia in general can only be described as a little grotesque.

Nah, as a youth, there were no other neighborhood kids. My loving handicrafts were fueled more by a child's obsession with self-reliance. I made a bow and arrow set with arrows tipped with nails with the idea that I would be able to get squirrels. I never got the squirrel, but I am surprised that I did not ever put out an eye.
Allerlei Regrets

Report | 12/13/2010 12:42 am

Allerlei Regrets

You have lost me, comrade.
Valgaror

Report | 12/03/2010 3:07 pm

Valgaror

Hey, it's the onion, it doesn't get real outrage. Just lol-outrage.

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Around, around we go
We die not of death
But of vertigo