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I am a Mad Scientist
Tony McCurry
United States
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Last Visit: 15 weeks ago
DREIW TON SI.
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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!
Surely you kid....Chedda....a backwards account????
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You turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly And I, lose control, can never turn aside You shine like summer skies, like when a lover lies next to me and says to me You make me wonder why
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You turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly And I, lose control, can never turn aside You shine like summer skies, like when a lover lies next to me and says to me You make me wonder why
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You turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly
And I, lose control, can never turn aside
You shine like summer skies, like when a lover lies next to me and says to me
You make me wonder why
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CRAP, WRONG ACCOUT.
OH WELL.
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"Roses are red, violets are blue, in Soviet Russia poem reads you!"
YAY!!! I'm Vice President- Loid fanclub!
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You turn a cocooned soul into a butterfly
And I, lose control, can never turn aside
You shine like summer skies, like when a lover lies next to me and says to me
You make me wonder why
Since I'm first to comment, welcome to deviantART!
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Be as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her, still she sings away all the same, knowing she has wings.
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