

CoughYou know, you\'re like the smoke from a burning stick of incense. Sitting here, about 10 feet away, damn! I love you, Your smell\'s so rich, so sweet, so beautiful. I\'m at peace as I watch you dance in the air, Always around me, never toward me.Cough
But when I am stupid enough to move in, get closer, When I cup my hands around you and hold onto you, Then bring my hands to my nostrils, I grimace, The smell is pungent as hell, too dark to be sweet, You just smell like plain, old, musty smoke; there\'s not even a hint of Nag Champa, African Champa, or Amber, Damn, I just
But good gallery, honestly i like your stuff. please keep up the good work (that's my way of saying PLEASE SUBMIT SOMETHING!! your shit is so old)
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
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Machines have less problems. IŽd like to be a machine, wouldnŽt you?
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Really like your photos, you have some cool stuff here
Keep up the great work!
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