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Deviousness `anmari has been spreading her infectious positivity throughout our community for over 6 years. Throughout this time Ana has been at the core of all things devious, passionately developing an eclectic gallery, helping organise devmeets, participating in chat events and also recently completed dedicating her time as a Community Volunteer. We are absolutely delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2013 to `anmari, congratulations! Read More
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I haven't seen or heard from you in a while. I hope this means you came back.
Itīs driving me crazy!
Great composition, Marina.
Thank you.
what hands have you adorn with your cold and clenching clasp. the sound that creeps in forlorn melodies of forbiddance sounded in silence like closed lips. Its the idle moment in and out of memory pressing forth in haunting destiny. And so closed eyes settle like burning sage its all just a jesters wage. Taunting, felt like urges brewing from the kettle festering festering you are the prop upon the stage. Whosoever never felt so unsettle thrashing clashing with a rage. A turmoil only damped by age...behind a veil of glass like a window to the world. Inside is the tumultuous task to keep these hands at bay...what, you can hear it say? like little voices pleading for no more dismay...how could you not have it your way. Shattered like the thoughts of self control littering all the ground as leaves in an echoing quiet release radiant in all its strife. Strafing to the calm of calamity. What has not this instance been for? Little did it make such loud sound that butterfly wings began to fly into dark masses projecting the worlds demise!
----a few mused words pandora was truly a trophy she let loose the things that made mortals so irresistible to the greek gods. without evil there is no level of goodness.