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But, how?
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"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
Don't forget, restraints can bring out the creativity in you!
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Current Residence: USA deviantWEAR sizing preference: L Favourite genre of music: All kinds of music Favourite photographer: myself Operating System: My computer Wallpaper of choice: Starscream & Megatron Favourite cartoon character: Saix & Xemnax and Starscream Personal Quote: Life goes on.
Favorite moviesThe TransformersFavorite TV showsTransformers PrimeFavorite bands / musical artistsAll kindsFavorite booksAll booksFavorite writers R.A.SalvatoreFavorite games pogo a internet game siteFavorite gaming platform NintendoDSTools of the TradeMarkers & Pencils
So sorry to keep you waiting. I have a lot of catching up to do here People and friends to answer, fans and favorites to thanks, and whole backlog of work just begging my return.
I seem to run out of words (often) to express the impact of losing William, of losing our ‘Uncle Paul’. Maybe I just can’t because there really is nothing I have felt in which to compare it too. I accept defeat. You know, people talk about that proverbial 'crossroad' of life. For myself it was more like standing at a bus stop look attentively as the bus pulled away from me and waving goodbye until it disappeared. I was still waving ...still standing there minutes after ...several minutes after. It's so, so hard walking away. Much harder than I ever imagined. It's like, "What now?" "What do I do now?" "Where am I going?" and "How do I get there?" Somehow you don't quite believe death can do that to you, but it does. I have to go on. I MUST go on, but I'm leaving you here. I go to you, but you will not come to me ever again. It's hard.
Sta.sh
Cheerful 
