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I am a Deviously Deviant
EzeGe
Male/Argentina
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 34 weeks ago
Ezequiel
Art Zone
Personal Zone
Misc. Zone
This is the place where you can personalize your profile!
But, how?
By moving, adding and personalizing widgets.
You can drag and drop to rearrange.
You can edit widgets to customize them.
The left side has widgets you can add!
Some widgets you can only access when you get a premium membership.
Some widgets have options that are only available when you get a premium membership.
We've split the page into zones!
Certain widgets can only be added to certain zones.
"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!
Now go forth and astound us all with your devious profiles!
Hola...por fin estás acá. Esta página me ha dado mucha satisfacción porque además de mostrar -y vender- lo que hago, he hecho amigos. Y amigo como vos entran también y por lo menos los tengo cerca así.
Te mando un beso grande.
pd. excelente elección del journal.
Como te acordàs de eso??????????????????? Me refiero a gracias ...por no abrir el paraguas. No podès!! me hizo reir mucho, ja ja ja Cualquier cosa preguntame...
Un beso grande!
Te mando un beso grande.
pd. excelente elección del journal.
Un beso grande!
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?
In what distant deeps or skies
Burnt the fire of thine eyes?
On what wings dare he aspire?
What the hand dare seize the fire?
And what shoulder, and what art,
Could twist the sinews of thy heart?
And when thy heart began to beat,
What dread hand? and what dread feet?
What the hammer? what the chain?
In what furnace was thy brain?
What the anvil? what dread grasp
Dare its deadly terrors clasp?
When the stars threw down their spears,
And watered heaven with their tears,
Did he smile his work to see?
Did he who made the Lamb make thee?
Tiger! Tiger! burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Dare frame thy fearful symmetry?
The Tiger by William Blake
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