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About Me Member Hack HoodimannMale/Unknown Recent Activity Deviant for 5 Years
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READ + WATCH THIS!

Tue Dec 23, 2008, 10:43 AM
Although this following page itself may not be your cup of tea, this is still a superb site to browse. Check it out:

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By the way, my apologies to the rest of the world. I can't help that my countrymen (both genders) are SO INCREDIBLY SUNK into delusion that they fight AGAINST knowing reality, rather than fight WITHIN reality. Of course, one must keep in mind that Deviant Art either is or was based in Hollywood...the land of lies for profit and distraction. Does this mean Devart is a compromised site (meaning: intended to distract only) from the outset? Not necessarily.

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If you wish to read more of my thoughts about the country in which I live, go here, to my My Space blog. I tend to be pretty sarcastic, and I won't apologize for it, because circumstances are pretty dire. Something needs to cut through, at least a little.

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Now. Here's me on drums. Because hey. Life is for living, and for me, living means drumming. Strength, hope, truth and love to you all.

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Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Earth. JUST. LIKE. YOU.
  • Interests: Drumming. Poetry. Passion. My child.
  • Favourite movie: A Scanner Darkly
  • Favourite band or musician: The greats.
  • Favourite genre of music: The greats.
  • Favourite artist: Dali
  • Favourite poet or writer: Philip K. Dick
  • Shell of choice: Conch.
  • Wallpaper of choice: Peeling.
  • Skin of choice: Leprous.
  • Favourite game: As if life weren't enough?
  • Favourite gaming platform: Earth is NOT enough.
  • Favourite cartoon character: Myself. Duh.
  • Personal Quote: "The good stuff? Mind...body..."
  • Tools of the Trade: Mind, body...the good stuff.

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:iconserephita:
Thanks for the watch and fave!
:iconhoodimann:
You're welcome, and thank you!

:faint:

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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
:iconsfm:
thank you for the watch

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There is no greater feeling.
Then that of possibility.
This even relates to the Ant.
:iconb1gfan:
Hoodi gots the moves :D
:iconhoodimann:
Says someone who's never seen me dance!

Here's what my moves consist of:

:dance:

...except...without the coolness.

Heehee.

Thanks, though, b1gfan.

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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
:iconb1gfan:
My pleasure of course....:dance: with or without coolness ;)
:iconhoodimann:
Howdy.

(Two months later.) Lol.

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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)
:icon23-9:
xD

Why is all your stuff gone?
:iconhoodimann:
Quite simply: I was upset about something and decided (at that time), to remove all my stuff from online. My plan at that time was to destroy all copies of my stuff, online and offline. However, I've decided not to do that, and so now I will go back and put it all back here. (Within a few weeks, likely.) However, a friend said that one could not publish anything once it's been online, and he said his lawyer friend said it was the case, and this lawyer's not exactly stupid...so, I'm wondering whether [b]all[/b] the poetry I've worked on for five years, here and elsewhere, is null and void to the entire print industry. It would be nice to have a clear...not convoluted...but a [b]clear[/b] answer to this. All this time I'd thought that just because I've got some stuff online, it won't prevent me from getting them published in print. (Yes, I'm retarded. Lol.)

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Before an important decision someone clutches your hand--a glimpse of gold in the iron-gray, the proof of all you have never dared to believe.
(Dag Hammarskjold)

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