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Trey Porter
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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!
Thoughtfull Baggage has not yet lent light into my brain quite yet. As of now, I only kill molecules with my mouth while you sleep.
The disease was nothing but 'commoncold.' She cried anyway, possibly
because she enoyed it. She enjoyed feeling the cold seep out of the
sockets ( socks ) and into the drawer. A drawer full of diseased tears
was her goal (4000.) 'Once this is accomplished,' she thought 'I may
have time for my kids.' Tearbag killed her kids approximately nine
years
ago. The media barfed. The poolman barked. The whole town harked.
Harked
, 'Hark. Tell it on the mountain that Jesus/Tears Christ/Drawer is
born!!!'
Her face shone in the light from the bay. The bay was popular back in
the 1800's. The year was 2045 and no one had invented anything new in
30
years. Sally exclaimed, 'What the hell? Why haven't these bays be
decriminalized?' Her pal/soulmate/buddy/sandwich replied, 'Godamnit
Sally, I'm just a fucking sandwich, why don't you ask your foot?' Sally
asked her foot. The foot did not reply. Sally jumped into the bay.
Landed on clouds. Found a new way of life. Ate bon bons. Watched soap
operas.
The disease was nothing but 'commoncold.' She cried anyway, possibly
because she enoyed it. She enjoyed feeling the cold seep out of the
sockets ( socks ) and into the drawer. A drawer full of diseased tears
was her goal (4000.) 'Once this is accomplished,' she thought 'I may
have time for my kids.' Tearbag killed her kids approximately nine
years
ago. The media barfed. The poolman barked. The whole town harked.
Harked
, 'Hark. Tell it on the mountain that Jesus/Tears Christ/Drawer is
born!!!'
Her face shone in the light from the bay. The bay was popular back in
the 1800's. The year was 2045 and no one had invented anything new in
30
years. Sally exclaimed, 'What the hell? Why haven't these bays be
decriminalized?' Her pal/soulmate/buddy/sandwich replied, 'Godamnit
Sally, I'm just a fucking sandwich, why don't you ask your foot?' Sally
asked her foot. The foot did not reply. Sally jumped into the bay.
Landed on clouds. Found a new way of life. Ate bon bons. Watched soap
operas.
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