I don't visit here very often and have not put anything new in for a while. I hope to remedy this in the next few days.
Have fun

Remember there are NO restrictions on any of the images you find here.
Just my small gift to the community I enjoy belonging to.
Fond regards
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Devious Comments
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You can't kill me. I'm already dead.
I used one of your wonderful textures here -
[link]
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There are only two ways of spreading light -
to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
- Edith Wharton
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Lots o' fun (great weekly challenges): *createbyweek
My Dad (awesome nature photography): *PlumCrazee
My Sis (hilarious cartoons): ~FallGirl
My Bro: ~ljplum12 & his band: Moment Machine
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My art account: ~Eyespiral
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Therapy helps, but screaming obscenities is cheaper.
Any connection between your reality and mine is purely coincidental.
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There are only two ways of spreading light -
to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
- Edith Wharton
Thank you for the lovely resources.
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Lost in saudade.
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Gallery 2 >[link]
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"Death is patiently making my mask as I sleep.Each morning I awake
to discover...small tears of his wax"
The Exquisite Corpse
ThePencilClub
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~scorsagra Love
How are you?
You have a great gallery, I love your work!!!
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If you like animals and Nature as much as mee ^^
Join my club , AniTureClub
[link]
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Lots o' fun (great weekly challenges): *createbyweek
My Dad (awesome nature photography): *PlumCrazee
My Sis (hilarious cartoons): ~FallGirl
My Bro: ~ljplum12 & his band: Moment Machine
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Dance as though no one is watching you
Love as though you never been hurt before
Sing as though no one can hear you
Live as though heaven is on earth
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Visit my Flower Shop
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Think Less, Draw MORE
[link] < visit... i dare ya!
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"Is there no way out of the mind?"
~ Sylvia Plath ~
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Visit my Flower Shop
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Visit my Flower Shop
I used one of you`re texture here : [link]
Thank.
[link]
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Se plantent le nez au ciel
Se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure
Sur les femmes infidèles
(Jacque Brel)
[link] (my stock account)
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Se plantent le nez au ciel
Se mouchent dans les étoiles
Et ils pissent comme je pleure
Sur les femmes infidèles
(Jacque Brel)
[link] (my stock account)
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Visit my Flower Shop
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