~goody

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
I know. That's why it's going to work.



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love the artist, before yourself.
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Taking a look at your stuff, sorry it took me so long. x_x!

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It happens, blame the

in [link] and the posts in snow painting i submitted yesterday, they are both painted with tempera paints on the window of the i.t. office

painting entire window so as to not use the venetian blinds or the fluorescent lights anymore.. cause i hate fluorescents.. and i dislike blinds due to blocking natural light.. but winter snow glare just too bright so muting it with the paintings

got 4 more panes to do and i'll post one of the entire mismash when i'm all done

i love painting, its so theraputic, it lets out anger and frustration and upsetness so well

~me

thank you for your comment. a doctor. very interesting from the sounds of your surname, you're asian. cool.

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thx for the comment on my dd poem

-miss jane-
look [link] into [link] my mind [link]

in response to ur comment on my poem,
it reprensents the different feelings of my head and heart (like most people).
my mind is cold (mean or deranged), my heart is warm (sweet and truthful).

the cold blood leaking through my mind
still warm from the subtle cells of my heart

its like when ur head and ur heart tell u different things. though in that instance, my mind being filtered that one day and it felt somewhat warm like my heart.
if that all makes sense........
then again......i shouldnt have explained that, heh

and welcome to deviantart btw

~me

i wish [link] was fiction but that is how i woke up last night around 11 :/ its like the fourth time its happened and i don't get eeg results back until two weeks from now they said.. so i'm worrying..

~me