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| Well, the extent of my life is reading, writing, critiquing, and . . . well, shitting. I am extremely cynical and painfully observant if asked to read something, what can I say? The essence of being a critic is not smothering one with lies and false praise, it encourages a bad and sometimes irreversible writing style. I am not without praise, however, to those that truly deserve it, and I must say that that is somewhat scarce on a site almost solely designed and fitted for artists, which kick ass, by the way. By far better than my failed attempt at a stick man, which ended up with spinal disfigurement and a back that defies the laws of imagination and possibly even borders on rated X, its that bad . . . well, enough of my ranting and minor conniption fits, and on with what matters most at the moment . . . Pepsi. |
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Teeth and Death
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I am Arta, God of creation. Life giving is my power. I am my own world and universe.