myINQI [2014-08-06 13:10:51 +0000 UTC]

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Mobis-New-Nest [2013-12-29 08:32:06 +0000 UTC]

The web is changing, I can see it in the pages, and I can read it in the words. Much that once was is now lost for none who 'Thanks For The Fave' now remember it. It began with the forming of the pages. Three were given the writers, wisest in words and all that was literature. Seven to the masons who master in all architects, nine to the mortal painters who were elite in strokes of detail and all that was color in life. But they were all deceived for there was another page made. In the land of Windows deep in heart of Mount Java Script, the dark evil, smelly lord known as I.R. Baboon created in secreted a page that would control all the others. In this page he poured his Greed, Cruelty, Criticism and Censorship on all life. One Page To Govern Them All. One by one the free pages of Cyberspace fell to the power of The Page but there were some that resisted. A last alliance of Writers and Painters marched against the armies of Windows and there on the slopes Mount Java Script they fought for the freedom of Cyberspace. Victory was near but the power of The Page could not be undone. I.R decimated the armies of Writers and Painters with only one blow. In a desperate effort King Sotira charged The Dark I. R. Baboon but his efforts were in vane as I.R. with one blow crushed the King's body. King Sotira bleeding from the mouth felt is life fading and it was in this moment while I.R. watched with great pleasure as King Sotira life slip away that Prince Angelo son of King Sotira cried out in anguish and took up his father’s brush but I.R had crushed the bristles along with half the brush. I.R. reached out to attempt to grab the prince but Prince Angelo took what was left of the brush and its sharp splintery end and jabbed it in the wrist of the I.R. and pulled with all his might that it ripped his hand and The Page along with it. I.R let out a shriek of pain and soon his body shrivel and shrank until all that was left was his morbid crown over a pile of ash. The Dark Lord I.R Baboon was defeated. Prince Angelo reached for The Page that was half buried in the ashes of the once Dark Lord. Upon grabbing it he could hear voices in his head. Voices pleading for him to take The Page for himself. He ignored the voices and made his way into the heart of Mount Java Script. As he stood on the cliff and looked down into the dark abyss where this evil weapon had been made from; the voices became louder in his head. Soon The Page had shown him visions of colors so beautiful that no being could fathom to ever look away. The Prince smiled as voices coming from The Page had made promise that these colors would be his and all his paintings would be the greatest in all the lands of Cyberspace. The Prince took a step back from the cliff and cupped The Page in his hands then clutched it closely to his heart while whispering ‘The Page is mine’    

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comicgeek1969 [2013-06-17 16:43:14 +0000 UTC]

you're incredibly beautiful. your self portraits are magnificent.

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jingjer [2012-10-11 15:33:27 +0000 UTC]

here is my study of your portrait. [link]

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designtu [2011-08-27 08:03:07 +0000 UTC]

I'm glad you like my work thank you so much

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Virfir [2011-08-15 17:12:43 +0000 UTC]

Thank You for !

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WolfofAztec [2011-08-05 16:00:07 +0000 UTC]

Hey thanks ever so much for the fave, you rock! And tip your waitress.

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3LooYaH [2011-07-27 13:10:51 +0000 UTC]

Thnx 4

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justeline [2011-03-05 12:36:13 +0000 UTC]

Hello and huge thanks for the Joachim! Have a great weekend!

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Ryu-Gi [2006-11-24 17:25:36 +0000 UTC]

Hi! Welcome to DA, and thanks for visiting my page!

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