- Go here for me. The freakera account was been killed by my urge to kill something without being "too legit to quit". Yes, I changed tenses in the middle of the sentance; I'm being devious.

Sugar Crack SidewalksSugar Crack SidewalkSugar Crack Sidewalks
'Foom 'Foom 'Zoom, so goes the headlights; swiping the sidewalk, idiots jammin' out inside; jay-z coolio mother fucker.
'Woosh 'Hoosh Through, says the night air; rocketing past, pretends it's magical; god damn sunlight wannabe.
And I'm just a strolling, oh so cool; Baddest motha' here, in god damn New Jersey.
Stare There Standing, looks the stone walls; nice little roof, weeds stretching out; what the fuck.
'Buzz 'Bizz Flick, hums the streetlights; p


Phantom OmitRight now, I'm crying. Slowly. And all the world could go out and search for life and leave me in a puddle of motor oil, green and cold. A story told again and again, but I could not care, for I have never read. Lonely. Blinded by the headaches and the empty house, I am crashed. Can the top of the mountain flip over, and bellow to the forest, help him?Phantom Omit
I think, maybe, there are still a few fairy tales left in this place.


Rococos 1-String SerenadeRococo's 1-String Serenade FreakEraRococos 1-String Serenade
His skin swam in
a sea of sweat.
His eyes danced in A ballroom made of tears.
His fingers tightened Into a grip of fear, on a cold steel handle.
His heart beat a Hard, fast rhythm in his eardrums.
Rococo clenched his shining Pale white teeth in his mouth. &n
Shock and Awe

It Isnt What It Seems To BeSometimes, the words you read on a page bear no significance to what is being said. Once again, it's just another facade (refer to last prose; involving depression). It's like telling someone something with a meaning or a point you are trying to get across, but because you are too embarrassed or to stupid to say what you feel and the crazy array of words you are rambling on with mean nothing because they seem to get too deep and turn into run-on sentences, just like this. Then you confuse your confidante into a state of anemia. Sticks and stones can break your bones, but words are always deceiving you.It Isnt What It Seems To Be
Then you get to the part ab


The Death of Mata HariThe Death of Mata HariThe Death of Mata Hari
Her eyes
Do not hide behind Any blindfold As they stare
Down
Twelve men holding Rifles while the Wind blows And
Margaretha Listens to the charges Read against Mata Hari And at the same time M'greet's memory
Briefly surfaces "So I took to flight;
But now how
Am I to earn My bread? I say &nbs
You have some great stuff in your gallery, keep it up!
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Cartoon Bondage Sex :: Cartoon Torture Sex :: Comic Erotic Bdsm
Comix Slave :: Drawing Sex Extreme :: Erotic Comix Bondage
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!!!!!! HAPPY BIRTHDAY !!!!!! IT'S YOUR SPECIAL DAY !!!!!
I hope you have a lovely and awesome birthday freakera. All the best and enjoy your day
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Zeta B.
Creativity is allowing yourself to make mistakes. Art is knowing which ones to keep.
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
You are a great editor! It was much appreciated.
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We all meet again.
:iconpetsrus:
Hopefully I will soon have the pleasure of more time for reading your writing and admiring your artwork.
Happy Valentines day!
(okay okay, a couple hours late....at least it's not a week, like it usually is for me...)
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We all meet again.
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