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oeufmiroir
Belgium
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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.
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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.
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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!
It's not the red of the dying sun
The morning sheet's surprising stain
It's not that red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not as Zeus' famous shower
It' doesn't, not at all, come from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
I wish this would be your colour...
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as Malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour...
Your colour, I wish
ja iets zoals verplichte lectuur, ongeveer,
maar mijn bus met jeneverpatienten wacht
om richting papaparavan land te gaan, au revoir liefste melaniak , tot snel in het echte van leven , in plaats van dit melocompjoueter idiots land , gesprek met enkel lettertjes , zonder emooties enzo.
djingel djangel
tot de volgende keer maar weer.
--
Ja, Und ja
taloren en katoenen broekskes,
daar ga ik voor de laatsten tijd
ha, zijn bretellen ook toegestaan?
The morning sheet's surprising stain
It's not that red of which we bleed
The red of cabernet sauvignon
A world of ruby all in vain
It's not that red
It's not as Zeus' famous shower
It' doesn't, not at all, come from above
It's in the open but it doesn't get stolen
It's not that gold
It's not as golden as memory
Or the age of the same name
It's not that gold
I wish this would be your colour...
Your colour, I wish
It is as black as Malevitch's square
The cold furnace in which we stare
A high pitch on a future scale
It is a starless winternight's tale
It suits you well
It is that black
I wish this would be your colour...
Your colour, I wish
maar mijn bus met jeneverpatienten wacht
om richting papaparavan land te gaan, au revoir liefste melaniak , tot snel in het echte van leven , in plaats van dit melocompjoueter idiots land , gesprek met enkel lettertjes , zonder emooties enzo.
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