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Published: 2008-12-27 09:52:16 +0000 UTC; Views: 10916; Favourites: 431; Downloads: 300
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Your work is amazing, and powerful... I Love this!
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Hi
This was featured in my "In The Box 8" [link]
Enjoy and have a great weekend
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Hi
This was featured in my "In The Box 8" [link]
Enjoy and have a great weekend
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this is genius.
and somehow i keep coming back to your gallery via different deviants favs folders. wow
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Featured another of yours in the same journal. Here's the link again [link] Thank you!
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The moth could be more realistic (a little bit more blurry or/ and another perspective) but nevertheless the picture is very good. I love the mood and the darkness in it. Good work. I'll fave it.
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You were featured in my new article Deadly Inspiring: Macabre & Strange I
please support this article: [link]
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Let's see...what's going on here? Hmmm, my guess is.....
She went over to her ex-lover's house after breaking up with him two weeks before. She was hoping to seduce him and win him back, so she wore a trench coat and nothing underneath - just the way she used to when they first started dating. He always loved when she did that!
When she got to his house, she could see that the lights were on and she could hear the sound of a television, so she knew he was home.
She excitedly knocked on the door a few times, but got no answer. She was determined not to leave until she had a chance to talk to him and tell him how very sorry she was and how she really loves him, despite all the horrible things she had said to him when she left him last, so, she waited.
Then, after waiting way too long for him to let her in, she decided to let herself in with the key she knew he kept in the red flowerpot on the porch.
Once she closed the door behind her, she dropped her trench coat to the floor and proceeded to walk through the house, room to room, calling his name in a sweet, sing-song way.
Then, she opened the door to the garage and that is where she came upon his bloated decomposing corpse on the floor. Next to the gun, the broken bottle of vodka and the pool of crusty, brown blood, was a suicide letter he had written to her two weeks ago; one hour, after she had stormed out of his house and roared away, in the car her, now ex-, new boyfriend had just given her.
Hundreds of brown and yellow maggots and larvae ate away at the hole in his head. The older larvae had turned to months and flew drunkenly around the room looking for an exit.
The moral of the story is be careful of what you say. Never say hurtful things you do not mean and might later regret.
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That was really neat, I loved it.
It was almost better than the picture I came to look at..
almost.
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Very nice idea! And well-executed. A really beautiful picture.
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Poets of the fall or...am I too much into Max Payne?
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I've featured this in my journal, [link]
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JΓ³! Tetszik ez a kicsit "rΓ©gi fotΓ³" vagy milyen hatΓ‘s a lepke kΓΆrΓΌl.
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no worries.. have a great New Year
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brilliant wok, much love the concept
its really one of the best works ive saw for awhile
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szerintem az egyik legjobb a kΓ©
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kΓΆsziszΓ©.pen
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naon 
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