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Banned Deviant
I am a Hack
K4ust1k
United States
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Art Zone
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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!
Youll probably hide my comment. And I dont really give a fuck, I havent read your poetry - and I dont recommend you read mine - you wont like it. I could find a fancy way to say it, but I can tell the effort would be a waste.
Youre an asshole, or at least enjoy making people think you are. And I would fuck you if I met you.
Oh, and photography is for pussies. But so is vulgarity. And no one will sleep with you if youre nice.
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"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together" Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me. "Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
Youre an asshole, or at least enjoy making people think you are. And I would fuck you if I met you.
Oh, and photography is for pussies. But so is vulgarity. And no one will sleep with you if youre nice.
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"Oh, Jake," Brett said, "we could have had such a damned good time together"
Ahead was a mounted policeman in khaki directing traffic. He raised his baton. The car slowed suddenly pressing Brett against me.
"Yes." I said. "Isn't it pretty to think so?"
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