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I am a Deviant of Many Talents
Froyd666
21/Male/United States
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Last Visit: 4 days ago
Chris Froyd
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!
your shit is so awesome, it scares me in a good way!
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We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing. Action always generates inspiration. Inspiration seldom generates action. -Frank Tibolt
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We should be taught not to wait for inspiration to start a thing.
Action always generates inspiration.
Inspiration seldom generates action.
-Frank Tibolt
Sublime styleey
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Are you a badfish too?
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"A paranoid is someone who knows a little of what's going on"-
William S. Burroughs
*TheExquisiteCorpse
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
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eN La iLuvia cUando le rEcuerdO
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insert wit here _____
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in our life there are only a few things that we realy possess: our body our passions our dreams and our emotions [link]
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There is a pleasure in the pathless woods, There is a rapture on the lonely shore, There is society, where none intrudes..
How pure, how dear their dwelling place... Borne, like thy leaves, onward; from a boy... And laid my hand upon thy mane - as i do
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