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I am a Deviant of Many Talents
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Last Visit: 409 weeks ago
Scott Van Patten
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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 bottom 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!
I did steal most of the pictures and took credit for them. I am a thief. I am a disgrace. I just wanted people to like me. I thought that if I drew good pictures people would like me. Well it didn't help. For the last two months my life has been a downward spiral. Two months ago I was diagnosed with brain cancer and I have only one more year to live, they say. Maybe it will be longer but it won't be anymore than an extra couple of months. Alot of my friends don't like me anymore, so there is noone for me. I've thought alot about just ending it all. Anyway I won't be posting anything else on this site. I don't want to contaminate other peoples beautiful art. I am sorry. Goodbye.
Ah, it seems life is made up of thieves who call themselves artists and egomaniacs who title themselves actors.
...Fantastic work, Scott. Maybe one day you'll be a real boy.
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Of all that is written I love only what a man has written with his blood. Write with blood, and you will experience that blood is spirit... Friedrich Nietzsche, Thus Spoke Zarathustra
Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?
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.