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I am a Deviously Deviant
decayofmorals
100/Female/Canada
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Last Visit: 19 hours ago
Frog.
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
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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"The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee Superior, they say, never gives up her dead When the gales of November come early." --Gordon Lightfoot, 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'
-- A chinese philosopher once had a dream that he was a butterfly. From that day on, he was never quite certain that he was not a butterfly, dreaming that he was a man.
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Check Out My Music
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You are only as happy as you wanna be...
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I'm too sexy for Milan
Too sexy for Milan, New York and Japan.
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"The legend lives on from the Chippewa on down
Of the big lake they call Gitche Gumee
Superior, they say, never gives up her dead
When the gales of November come early."
--Gordon Lightfoot, 'The Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald'
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Grup diye bir şey yok, ben varım [link] o kadar işte...
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From that day on, he was never quite certain that he was not a butterfly, dreaming that he was a man.
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