So the time has come to move my deviant art,
start afreash taking only the art i like the most with a new name and a new purpose

partly i am moving because there is someone who i know in real life, an EX, who has this link who I would rather not know what I am writing or saying or doing with my life, and i have refrained from writing anything about him here out of respect but feel the time has come i speak and say,
stop acting like a stawker
leave me alone

lol
actually not lol becuase it's becoming scary now. There have been threats to Chris, threats to the other guy I have been seeing recently, and frankly I've just had enough i tried to be nice and i tried to be friends but it doesn't work because some people are just deluded.
so in the next day or 2 i will be sending out a new link to all my watchers so that you can carry on following my art on my new account and i would really apreciate everyone moving over with me and continuing to support my art.
I am trying to be hopeful that this jornal entry won't open up a torrent of abuse,
Jools
used here > [link]
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2 be or not 2 be Deviant, that is the question...
[ Q-har ]
have a great day!
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-When i'm asleep do i really remember how to fly?and forget how when i wake up?or i'm just dreaming i can fly?
-when you dream sometimes you remember.when you wake you always forget
-but that's not fair...
-No...
{the Sandman-brief lives}
you are very kind
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| My work is my vision, the sum of all my parts... divided |
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follow the black rabbit
*Rain-Fairie
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Rip your collar from your neck...even if it tears out your spine...even if it breaks your hands...even if it kills you.
Jools
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take it away in a
in a stiff little box,
to that desolate place where all bad things go.
Things too tormenting,
to wounding to dwell.
a place I won't to visit,
a place called hell.
MY STOCK ACCOUNT - [link]
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Rip your collar from your neck...even if it tears out your spine...even if it breaks your hands...even if it kills you.
--
take it away in a
in a stiff little box,
to that desolate place where all bad things go.
Things too tormenting,
to wounding to dwell.
a place I won't to visit,
a place called hell.
MY STOCK ACCOUNT - [link]
--
~~~~~~~~~~
Rip your collar from your neck...even if it tears out your spine...even if it breaks your hands...even if it kills you.
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