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I am a Deviously Deviant
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Last Visit: 14 weeks ago
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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.
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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 had the weirdest dream the other night. You see, I've dreamt about this person a few times in a row now, and every time I do, it gets more and more strange. I'm not going to use this person's name, although, no one would be able to guess who they are anyway. In my dream there was a raging thunderstorm, and it was sometime in the late evening. I was sitting at a table in my dining room watching the rain fall in the distance. Somehow, after a minute or two, I realized there was someone standing outside of the window behind me. I remember, I turned around and I could only see a shadow, not a face. I walked over to the front door and opened it to look outside, only to realize that the person standing on my porch was the person I had dreamt about before. I don't know why, but I greeted this person like an old friend even though I've never actually met them in person. I only "know" them through my dreams. I ran up and hugged them, but there was something weird about it. The person felt like hard rubber beneath my hands. Their face showed a huge smile, and their eyes were glittering with happiness. In the dream I remember thinking to myself, "This is just a dream, you'll forget it in the morning". But another strange thing is, I haven't forgotten quite yet. I wish I could remember the rest of this dream. At the time it felt really meaningful. My dreams are the only time I see this person and it makes me wonder why. Why do I keep dreaming about them? They don't mean anything to me. Or do they? This person is caught up with other things, and wouldn't notice me even if I walked straight into them. If anyone can answer my question I'd be ecstatic.
"musicians do not have to be believed in. we do not have to be trusted. our music speaks for itself without the listener having to know anything about us." - victor wooten
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"musicians do not have to be believed in. we do not have to be trusted. our music speaks for itself without the listener having to know anything about us." - victor wooten
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