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About Me Member Deviously Deviant oblivionoceanFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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Mon Dec 1, 2008, 3:51 PM
When is an acceptable time to quit?

  • Mood: Suffering
  • Listening to: thoughts
  • Reading: Phenomenology of Perception
  • Playing: Makebelieve
  • Eating: gifts
  • Drinking: milk & tea

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:iconbakart:
thanks for the fav.. :D
:iconixeo:
Thanks a lot for the watch !

:hug:

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« True innocence is not ashamed of anything. »
« La vraie innocence n'a honte de rien. »
(Jean-Jacques Rousseau)


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:iconyokosc:
your pieces are quite beautiful-happy early new years

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By the time you swear you're his, Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is Infinite, undying, Lady, make a note of this-
One of you is lying. -------Dorothy Parker
:iconmysticalmike:
thank you for your visit and aslo a kind comment

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I Am Me paintings in the I Am Me Gallery
:iconcartoonstigmata:
Wish you were here. Too many losers up in this bitch.
:iconoblivionocean:
me too.

Thanksgiving to you.

If the gliding rhythms of the great magnet move in my favor I'll be hunkering down by the Big Alien Lake in 3 weeksish, for 3 weeksish
:iconcartoonstigmata:
I have a joke for you:

Juan comes up to the Mexican border on his bicycle. He's got two large bags over his shoulders. The guard stops him and says, "What's in the bags?"

"Sand," answered Juan.

The guard says, "We'll just see about that. Get off the bike." The guard detains Juan overnight and has the sand analyzed, only to discover that there is nothing but pure sand in the bags. He releases Juan and lets him cross the border.

A week later, the same thing happens. The guard asks, "What's in the bags?"

"Sand," says Juan.

The guard does his thorough examination and discovers that the bags contain nothing but sand. He gives the sand back to Juan, and Juan crosses the border on his bicycle.

This sequence of events is repeated every day for three years. Finally, Juan doesn't show up one day and the guard meets him in a Cantina in Mexico.

"Hey, Buddy," says the guard, "I know you are smuggling something. It's driving me crazy. It's all I think about...Just between you and me, what are you smuggling?"

Juan sips his beer and says, "Bicycles."
:iconoblivionocean:
I thought this was funny. So i've told it to several people... I have decided people that spend too much time in Carbondale have no sense of humor...
I'll continue to tell it anyways...
:iconcartoonstigmata:
i think i might know you from somewhere

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