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I am a Deviously Deviant
dancingmonkeys
12/Female/United States
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 281 weeks ago
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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!
SPLAT!* You've been hit by a snowball!! This is the beginning of the 2003 - 2004 deviantart snowball fight!!! Choose three of your friends.... and hit them with some snowballs!! (to do that, just copy paste this message to their account) The only rule is, you can't hit me back!! Bwah ha ha ha ha!!! Good luck, and try not to get hit!!
Ouu! *hugz* Yoo just got an account here? Yay! ^_^ Welcome to DA!
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The wind's terrible symphony tore out my longing by the toes
My ears were emptied and renamed
The balm slid off like a bubble of oil and
Died pitifully under the choirmaster's heel
I was gutted and clinging on like a dish rag.
YESH!
;;; Erm.. I'll make some later O_O;;.... *dances away*
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| When it rains it pours, and opens doors, floods the floors that |
This fight started by ~nakira on December 5th
And your stuff is awesome. (Also has fascination with Dir en Grey...not really though)
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My god is so quiet
that sometimes I can not hear him
when he speaks loud.
U've got a really nice gallery urself!
And welcome to DAA~~~!
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The wind's terrible symphony tore out my longing by the toes
My ears were emptied and renamed
The balm slid off like a bubble of oil and
Died pitifully under the choirmaster's heel
I was gutted and clinging on like a dish rag.
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