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I am a Procrastinator
Dreamsake
16/Female/United States
Why I Am Here
- To fave without commenting
- To buy art prints
- To appreciate art
Last Visit: 6 hours ago
The Goblin Queen
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Listening to: Disloyal Order of Water Buffaloes - Fall Out Boy
Reading: How To Survive A Zombie Apocalypse
Watching: MSN Pop-ups
Playing: Dungeons 'n' Dragons.
Eating: Ghetto candies
Drinking: Dr. Pibb
SO.
Any of you skin-puppets going to dress up for the Day of the Dead? Any one going to bring back the noble goblin, or maybe an elaborately philsophical costume that is so intriguing and yet shows just how lazy you actually are with fabric design?
I myself, if I were to choose a costume, mine would be the guy that throws food on unsuspecting people in order to recommend some incredible stain-remover.
Only I wouldn't have the stain-remover with me. C:
-- A place. Where you travel by silken umbrellas across the orange-glazed sky, and the rain mimics golden music boxes weaving silvery tunes to play among ebony-bleached forests of schizophrenic trees.
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"All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream."
-Poe
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A place. Where you travel by silken umbrellas across the orange-glazed sky, and the rain mimics golden music boxes weaving silvery tunes to play among ebony-bleached forests of schizophrenic trees.
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