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I am a Surreal Artist
quistnix
23/Male/Netherlands
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Been away from here for a while, and I couldn't help noticing a new trend has risen.
A while ago you couldn't browse new deviations without being drowned in bad bad 3d abstract vector stuff. Some other time it was badly drawn manga. Now, it seems to be bad photography.
locked up inside you
like the calm beneath castles
is a cavern of treasures that
noone has been to
let's go digging
bring it out to take you back in...
--
bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
my U can see may collection too
دردشة سعودية-منتدى-العاب-صور-مركز
تحميل-شات-دردشة
بنات</span>-شات بنات
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Somebody call an ambience!
He's possessed again!
like the calm beneath castles
is a cavern of treasures that
noone has been to
let's go digging
bring it out to take you back in...
--
bits clung to the lungs of the smokers like a burnt collage
bits fell to the ground, surrounding them in a soft dust of black ash
bits swirled around them in mystic arabesques
stained teeth and stained eyes and stained souls
gleaming through the haze
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