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spike-92 ♀️ [15694937] [2010-11-14 18:41:01 +0000 UTC] "Meg" (United States)

# Statistics

Favourites: 13; Deviations: 31; Watchers: 14

Watching: 0; Pageviews: 5199; Comments Made: 0; Friends: 0

# Interests

Favorite visual artist: J.M.W. Turner
Favorite writers: Kipling
Favorite games: Scrabble

# About me

I rarely check, let alone respond, to comments or messages, so here's a standing response: Thanks and feel free to use anything you like.

But, not one to disappoint, here are sources of personal inspiration.

And if tonight my soul may find her peace in sleep, and sink in good oblivion, and in the morning wake like a new-opened flower then I have been dipped again in God, and new-created. -D.H. Lawrence

And he smiled one smile that ran all around his face two times. -Rudyard Kipling

Who dreamt and made incarnate gaps in Time & Space through images juxtaposed, and trapped the archangel of the soul between 2 visual images and joined the elemental verbs and set the noun and dash of consciousness together jumping with sensation of Pater Omnipotens Aeterna Deus -Allen Ginsberg

Twelve winters of grief for Hrothgar, king/ Of the Danes, sorrow heaped at his door/ By hell-forged hands, His misery leaped/ The seas, was told and sung in all/ Men's ears -Beowulf

There is a willow grows aslant a brook,
That shows his hoar leaves in the glassy stream;
Therewith fantastic garlands did she make
Of crow-flowers, nettles, daisies, and long purples
That liberal shepherds give a grosser name,
But our cold maids do dead men's fingers call them:
There, on the pendent boughs her coronet weeds
Clambering to hang, an envious sliver broke;
When down her weedy trophies and herself
Fell in the weeping brook. Her clothes spread wide;
And, mermaid-like, awhile they bore her up:
Which time she chanted snatches of old lauds;
As one incapable of her own distress,
Or like a creature native and indued
Unto that element: but long it could not be
Till that her garments, heavy with their drink,
Pull'd the poor wretch from her melodious lay
To muddy death.
-Shakespeare

Favourite genre of music: Punk
Favourite cartoon character: Wiley Coyote
Personal Quote: The only thing I don't share is chocolate, so help yourself to anything you like in my gallery.

# Comments

Comments: 1

Oracle01 [2010-11-14 19:11:10 +0000 UTC]

Heeey there! Welcome to !!

I have to say your first deviation caught my eye. Beautiful work!

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