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- Deviant for 18 years
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Favourite genre of music: Stoner, trashy blues, good ol'southern feel stuff and fucked up rock n'roll.
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Zeke. Unida. Supersuckers. ScottBiram. LeftLaneCruiser. HillStomp. Clutch. FuManchu. Kyuss. Mustasch
Other Interests
Coffee, meat, cigarettes.
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There was this little thing in this little town, flaming locks in one flaming head.
Medusa, a monkey fist. Meltdown.
Little thing was lightning bolts... speed, lines of white, acid ingestion, holy ghost in disguise.
Felt like momma but knew how to listen better. A womb of a home, cosy but not too damp.
Little town got too little, big people got too bitter. And this little thing, well... they burned her down, swept her out of this town.
Black cat: Jesus made me better.
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College slowly sucks the life out of you, words of wisdom i tell you.
Heat's a bitch, and money grows on trees while women grow themselves fat moustaches.
I miss home, yet i do not.
people grow hearts in their eyes, labels and bodies, fucking cheesy place to live in.
deception's a tool for minorities, a nature of being.
mississipi, we ain't got no natural home.
popped most of my guitar strings.
can't find the blood, honey.
talking radios.
whiskas peanut flavour.
love you all.
and one of these days we grow ourselves some nice black bones.
barefoot extravaganza.
stone.
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I could be this little boy.. butter skin, velvet hands,
pure flesh, driving us both through our own bad lands..
I could be that bitter man, i could.. loose gun, french mood,
back-cased fool resting them quivered bones on your garden stool.
I could give you drugs, blind you with tears..
strap your heart on my selfish fears..
but we're getting old, so weak and so cold,
people just start to break n' fold. i'm tellin' you, i'm feeling so old.
Theirs this thing you know, called glue. coloured blue like silky you...
but i'm black, red n'white. you tell me you're deep blue.
nothing i could do, nothing i could say..
(you whisper) let's k
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thank you 
Actually i'm portuguese. Great stuff anyways. Saúde
wOw!!!
Lovely gallery!!!
grrrrr
great work!!
R,n,R!!!
Lovely gallery!!!
grrrrr
great work!!
R,n,R!!!
Adorei os teus trabalhos. és estudante de arte ou coisa do género? parabéns
faz lá um retrato meu apartir de uma foto minha do DA 
supreende me!
supreende me!Ai queres?? Faço sem nóia alguma, visto teres uns belos portraits pa retratar..
(espero que o traço faça justiça à realidade)
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(espero que o traço faça justiça à realidade)
*fico á espera