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• instaladores de programas que ja foram desinstalados;
• icones de programas que não são mais usados;
• imagens usadas em posts, editadas, que já foram upadas para qualquer lugar;
• conversas de MSN de 1900 e guaraná com rolha;
• e um monte de coisas que nem sei por que estão aqui LOL 

I wanted this button here ♥

Nankin + acrilic + Vinyl LP

Wing Project series

For Forum PGB [link] ^ ^

One is a matryoshka, it is also regarded as an amulet, but what she really wants is to make friends and have fun admiring the flowers and nature.
To adopt this Squiby >>> [link]

Chii + Hideki ♥

My new sign for Fórum PGB [link]
Based on the Jethro Tull - A Passion Play album cover art.

May new avatar for Fórum Poupée Brasil
Based on the Jethro Tull - A Passion Play album cover art.

For my Multiply [link] ^ ^

My signature to forum PGB -> [link]
Valentine's in Brazil = Dia dos Namorados
My favourite couple on TV
II cheer for House be with Cuddy

Cute

my magical and mysterious wings

old-fashioned, dark, off society

"Now we move to the sun in every direction;
we are cloaked in veils of mystic protection...
mapping the way, clapping to say
we're happy today, and assured of
the fact that we're all Aquarian!"

Van der Graaf Generator

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About art:
This piece was taken from a drawing done in pencil and edited to remember a sun

edited clip of one of my designs

Made with deviantART muro

Yes, I am (sometimes)

I decided to play with my design in image editors (Photscape), look at the result.

This gives a headache but it's cool

After some anime event

Made with deviantART Muro

Made with deviantART Muro

My unazukin called Layla because of the music of Derek & the Dominos. Always carry it in the bag inside a plastic egg.
Cool huh? If you could have a lot more.

One more typical mini-Voodoo doll

I remember the music of Peter Hammill with same name ([In the] Black Room - from LP In Camera)

If I expect a miracle, I'm looking in the window to see if it passes.
While waiting for it, play with dolls. Even if she comes in my nightmares.

Effect with LOMO Actionsampler.

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Oncidium Varicosum

ex-canned potato.

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Water marble

art in free hand ...

Spring evening after a cup of green tea with strawberry, a face that comes to mind as a blast - good memories, with confusion in my mind.

Inpired by the Black Cat - Edgar Alan Poe.



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"On the night of the day on which this cruel deed was done, I was aroused from sleep by the cry of fire. The curtains of my bed were in flames. The whole house was blazing. It was with great difficulty that my wife, a servant, and myself, made our escape from the conflagration. The destruction was complete. My entire worldly wealth was swallowed up, and I resigned myself thenceforward to despair. I am above the weakness of seeking to establish a sequence of cause and effect, between the disaster and the atrocity. But I am detailing a chain of facts --and wish not to leave even a possible link imperfect. On the day succeeding the fire, I visited the ruins. The walls, with one exception, had fallen in. This exception was found in a compartment wall, not very thick, which stood about the middle of the house, and against which had rested the head of my bed. The plastering had here, in great measure, resisted the action of the fire --a fact which I attributed to its having been recently spread. About this wall a dense crowd were collected, and many persons seemed to be examining a particular portion of it with every minute and eager attention. The words "strange!" "singular!" and other similar expressions, excited my curiosity. I approached and saw, as if graven in bas relief upon the white surface, the figure of a gigantic cat. The impression was given with an accuracy truly marvelous. There was a rope about the animal's neck. "

Rosto aleatório
Melhorar a proporção dos olhos - ainda está estranha.
Afinar o traço.

Good times

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La Rossa
Van der Graaf Gennerator

Lacking sleep and food and vision,
here I am again, encamped upon your floor,
craving sanctuary and nourishment,
encouragement and sanctity and more.
The streets seemed very crowded,
I put on my bravest guise -
I know you know that I am acting,
I can see it in your eyes.
In the harsh light of freedom I know
that I cannot deny that I have wasted time,
have frittered it away in idle boasts
of my freedom and fidelity
when simpler words would have profited me most...
...it isn't enough in the end,
when I'm looking for hope.
Though the organ monkey screams
as the pipes begin to spit
still he'll go through the dance routines
just as long as he thinks they'll fit,
just as long as he knows that it's dance,
smile - or quit.

Like the monkey I dance to a strange tune:
when all of these years I've longed to lie with you,
I've bogged myself down in the web of talk,
quack philosophy and sophistry -
at physciality I've always baulked,
like the man in the chair who believes it's
beyond him to walk.
I've been hiding behind words,
fearing a deeper flame exists,
faintly aware of the passage
of opportunities I have missed.

But the nearness and the smell of you,
La Rossa from head to toe....
I don't know what I'm telling you,
but I think you ought to know:
soon the dam wall will break,
soon the water will flow.
Though the organ-monkey groans
as the organ-grinder plays
he's hoping, at the most,
for an end to his dancing days...
still he hops up and down on his perch
in the usual jerky way.
Though this might mean an end to all friendship,
there's something I'm working up to say.

Think of me what you will:
I know that you think you feel my pain -
no matter if that's just the surface.
If we made love now would that change all that ahs gone before?
Of course it would, there's no way
it could ever be the same...
one more line crossed,
one more mystery explained.
Now I need more than just words,
though the options are plain
that lead from all momentary action.
If we make love now it will change all
that is yet to be...
never could we agree in the same way again.
One more world lost, one more heaven gained.

La Rossa, you kow me,
you read me as though I am glass;
though I know it
there's no way in which I can pass -
though it means that you'll finish my story
at last I'd trade all the clever talk,
the joking, the smoking and the quips, all the midnight conversations, all the friendship,
all the words and all the trips
for the warmth of your body,
the more vivid touch of your lips.

All bridges burning behind me,
all safety beyond reach:
the monkey feels his chains out blindly,
only to find himself released.
Take me, take me now and hold me deep
inside your ocean body,
wash me as some flotsam to the shore,
there leave me lying evermore!
Drown me, drown me now and hold me down
before your naked hunger,
burn me at the altar of the night--
give me life!

Seven Stars
Uriah Heep
(Hensley)
Don't try to be anything else but what you are
Don't try to do anything else but the things you do
'Cause I had a dream about the seven stars
And the seven good things that you are
To me

The very reason I'm livin' is just for lovin' you
And the seasons are changin' makin' it all come true
'Cause with the spring and the clearing skies
Love's soft light will fill my eyes
For you

Who fills my head with these dreams
As I'm leaving my mind
Leaving my mind
Seven new stars are born, seven lie waiting to die
Seven new stars

The very reason I'm livin' is just for lovin' you
And the seasons are changin' makin' it all come true
'Cause I had a dream about the seven stars
And the seven good things that you are
To me

Who fills my head with these dreams
As I'm leaving my mind
Leaving my mind
Seven new stars are born, seven lie waiting to die
Seven new stars

Who fills my head with these dreams
As I'm leaving my mind
Leaving my mind
Seven new stars are born, seven lie waiting to die
Seven new stars

Who fills my head with these dreams
As I'm leaving my mind
Leaving my mind
Seven new stars are born, seven lie waiting to die
Seven new stars

ABCDEFGHIJKLM
NOPQRSTUVWXYZ
ABCDEFGHIJKLM
NOPQRSTUVWXYZ

The Trees
Rush



There is unrest in the forest,
There is trouble with the trees,
For the maples want more sunlight
And the oaks ignore their pleas.

The trouble with the maples,
(And they're quite convinced they're right)
They say the oaks are just too lofty
And they grab up all the light.
But the oaks can't help their feelings
If they like the way they're made.
And they wonder why the maples
Can't be happy in their shade.

There is trouble in the forest,
And the creatures all have fled,
As the maples scream "Oppression!"
And the oaks just shake their heads

So the maples formed a union
And demanded equal rights.
"The oaks are just too greedy;
We will make them give us light."
Now there's no more oak oppression,
For they passed a noble law,
And the trees are all kept equal
By hatchet, axe, and saw.

I love Melissa

The Bass god

Quero ter talento....

I'm running...

A piece of mind in the room of despair - the despair can be red on many occasions, contain some spider webs, pieces of brain, and illusions. Many times we get trapped forever.

fntsy

I'm listening to the album In Camera...

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Beter than raw
this is beautifull man