Wooden Lady
Banana Man

When Words Start to ComeWhen words start to come With depth but no meaning Talk starts to ebb But conversation’s receding It pickles my fancy To hear them start bleating About their own selves About their own feeding I see in their eyes They’re already dreaming I hear in their voice They think they’re succeeding I zone them all out And focus on breathing Let the mind take a trip Through chaos misleading Some abstracted concepts Are hopelessly breeding ThWhen Words Start to Come
This is just a small thanks for watching and best wishes in the new year.
Have a great time.
Jelena
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Also have a fabulous New Year!
Cheers
Jelena
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What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
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Tom Carlson
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I see you're new here.
Welcome to DA.
C ya around
Jelena
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*poke* Welcome to DA... ignore the BS and enjoy your stay
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Words: + rag-doll +
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