Wow, was it really so long ago that I was last here? It's interesting how life has a way of seeming so sure, so certain, and in the thought of a blink of an eye nothing remains stable. My life has taken so many twists and turns that I could never have forseen, and now I finally have settled down and can kick back a moment. My poor drawing pad has collected dust for far to long! It's time to take a grasp on the things I once loved and BY GOLLY I SHALL! I'M BACK DEVIANTART! And this time for good!
*the faint sound of one person clapping*
It's nice to be home

Rus
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Host of PORTFOLIO and DS2. Autumn Country's liaison to the real world.
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I known what I gotta do I just don't wanna do it.
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(NOTE: This is not the usual copy and paste thing I’ve done. I’ve spruced it up a bit, to match my tastes, and although that might be inherently arrogant, I nevertheless had to do it to secure my own meaning of friendship. I trust you’ll all forgive me.)
Today is best friend day.
Send this to all your friends, and me if I am one.
If you get back seven, you are loved. ()
1-3 You are no friend at all (deal with it, I’m one of ‘em),
4-6 You're an okay friend (with insecurities),
7-9 You're a good friend (or so you would have us believe),
10-& And up, you're a great friend (who uses your comrades as pawns in a chess tournament).
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Send this rose to everyone you care about (or I’ll slap you).
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"And mustn't the novice chef be mindful not to ladle out his concoction by the unseasoned fucking ton, lest before he perfect his art, he lose his clientele?"
- Ian McShane as Al Swearengen, on the HBO series, 'Deadwood.'
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I love you dearly, you know who you are,
I love you so incredibly much, with every bit of my broken heart.
(NOTE: This is not the usual copy and paste thing I’ve done. I’ve spruced it up a bit, to match my tastes, and although that might be inherently arrogant, I nevertheless had to do it to secure my own meaning of friendship. I trust you’ll all forgive me.)
Today is best friend day.
Send this to all your friends, and me if I am one.
If you get back seven, you are loved. (
1-3 You are no friend at all (deal with it, I’m one of ‘em),
4-6 You're an okay friend (with insecurities),
7-9 You're a good friend (or so you would have us believe),
10-& And up, you're a great friend (who uses your comrades as pawns in a chess tournament).
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Send this rose to everyone you care about (or I’ll slap you).
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I once was Samurai. Now I'm just Bonsai.
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