Sta.sh
Dude, I updated my journal. Must be a sign of the upcomming apocalypse (I hope I spelt that right)
But I posted some winter sunrise pics that someone in my family took last winter from the back deck. But I'm the only one in my gene pool (that I know of) with a Deviantart account, so I posted the 2 of them.
Why, pray tell? 'Cus they're cool pics. So there!
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Okay then...
Anyhoo, enjoy! Who knows, maybe I'll start updating this journal...
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Yeah right, like that'll happen any time soon...
~Skadi teh Practical Ninja~
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Awestruck 
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There is an unknown land full of strange
flowers and subtle perfumes,
a land of which it is a joy of all
joys to dream,
a land where all things
are perfect and poisonous.
- Oscar Wilde
I just had to.....
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There is an unknown land full of strange
flowers and subtle perfumes,
a land of which it is a joy of all
joys to dream,
a land where all things
are perfect and poisonous.
- Oscar Wilde
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There is an unknown land full of strange
flowers and subtle perfumes,
a land of which it is a joy of all
joys to dream,
a land where all things
are perfect and poisonous.
- Oscar Wilde
I miss you!!
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There is an unknown land full of strange
flowers and subtle perfumes,
a land of which it is a joy of all
joys to dream,
a land where all things
are perfect and poisonous.
- Oscar Wilde
I get to see you in less than a week! YAY!!!
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There is an unknown land full of strange
flowers and subtle perfumes,
a land of which it is a joy of all
joys to dream,
a land where all things
are perfect and poisonous.
- Oscar Wilde
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I'm completely insane, but still sane enough to know it.
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LEAVING
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-- Dattebayo
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I'm a mushroom-cloud-layin' motherfucker, motherfucker!
Every time my fingers touch brain, I'm Superfly T.N.T., I'm the Guns of the Navarone!
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There is an unknown land full of strange
flowers and subtle perfumes,
a land of which it is a joy of all
joys to dream,
a land where all things
are perfect and poisonous.
- Oscar Wilde