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- Current Residence: geelong west
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: i have no idea. only clothes made for six foot monkeys fit me.
- Interests: you. no, the guy behind you. geez.
- Favourite movie: probably The Matrix, Mirrormask, Serenity or the BBC Pride and Prejudice.
- Favourite band or musician: dan kelly and the alpha males/van she/audioslave (in order of recentness)
- Favourite genre of music: ummm...?
- Favourite artist: man ray
- Favourite poet or writer: william gibson - i'd do him.
- Favourite style of art: i have style? oh, you mean other people. currently minimalism
- Operating System: XP pro
- MP3 player of choice: Foobar2000, software, iRiver, hardware. (not that i have one, i just think they're snazzy.)
- Wallpaper of choice: stress - bahmet.net.ru/my latest photo
- Skin of choice: XP: windowblinds - diamond / winamp: laboratory clinical art
- Favourite game: Team Fortress 2. it has sneaked up and eaten all other games, leaving only GTA4 surviving.
- Favourite gaming platform: I has an Xbox 360 <3 (and pc and wii. the wii gets no love.)
- Favourite cartoon character: Daria
- Personal Quote: you're a bit of a Noobasaurus, darling.
- Tools of the Trade: Digital SLR (yay, poddy!), Wacom Tablet, pencil, and the blessed adobe suite.
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Ahmet Çelikbaş
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falowanie
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cool gallery!
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"You made this cursed weapon?"
"I did."
The backhanded slap caught Withal by surpise, sent him flying backward. Thumping hard on his back, staring up at the spinning blue sky - that suddenly filled with the warrior, looking down.
"Don't do it again."
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Did you bring gold or silver to set me free, to save my body from the cold gaol walls and my neck from the high gallows tree?
I've no gold, no silver to set you free, for I've come to see you hanging! hanging on the high gallows tree.
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See No Evil | Hear No Evil | Speak No Evil | Bored
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miss liss
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Don't you dare to click it [link]
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