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I am a Photo Manipulator
Roropheno-Darkshade
17/Male/United States
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This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
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Caitie Mae: I'm screwed. Keri: We're all screwed. Brendan: Well, it's better to be screwed collectively than individually. Keri: So, you prefer orgies?
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=<>{ Fly with me (forever higher) and with these wings we'll set the WORLD ON FIRE- Fly with me, through stormy skies, you and I, the lie of lies }<>=
-- Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances, Longeant la forêt de l'oubli; Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse, Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
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`ArtistsForCharity
~You Must Be The Change You Wish To See In The World. ~ M. Gandhi~
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My art account: *lugubrum
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whateva' i do what i want!
member of unknown photographers [link]
and theartistscorner [link]
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Caitie Mae: I'm screwed.
Keri: We're all screwed.
Brendan: Well, it's better to be screwed collectively than individually.
Keri: So, you prefer orgies?
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=<>{ Fly with me (forever higher) and with these wings we'll set the WORLD ON FIRE- Fly with me, through stormy skies, you and I, the lie of lies }<>=
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We cannot direct the wind, but we can control the sails.
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Dans la candeur de l'aube naissante, tu t'avances,
Longeant la forêt de l'oubli;
Sous tes pas timides mais nerveux l'herbe danse,
Au gré sévère d'un vent maudit.
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