Shamnk you for checking out my DA page!

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you've been featured in my journal

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Bob bryar <33333

I support Robert Pattinson in Twilight!

i'm going to see MCR may 4th!

Nice work!!

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thanks, i like your drawings style so

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"Suljin hänet syleilyyni ja tuudittelin tätä laulullani.Tämä lopetti itkunsa ja nukahti syliini. Katselin tuota nukkuvaa enkeliä ja silittelin tämän poskea,

olin onnellinen."

really...o.0....well i thought it was gorgeous ^^....what a way to get through church as well hehe...
He actualy reminded me of my OC Leeland as well ^^...
so you're very welcome...

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***And Now I've Become A Slightly Navy Kind Of Dark***

holy theres comments on your page that i left a whole year ago

Very awesome gallery.

What a cool gallery you have, I really love it!

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A dream is an answer to a question we haven't yet learned how to ask.

Tegan you arethem ost amzeing artist ever. oh and umm i forgot the rest fo what i was gogin to say but the frist part is good enough...right?

I love you Teg

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I love Aldi. Love, love, love.

you are a wonderul portrait artist!

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Ciao for now.

awwwwwwwwww!

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Yay, awesome thanx.... for the friend

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check me out here: ~emerald-lit
or here: ~emerald-rose

thank you for

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sooner or later we are getting ours

~ganlynde
Tegan
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thank ya 4 bein' my friend

I stopped doing pencil drawings after a while. No more art class to make me do it! T_T so sad... but I saw your pencil works. and I thought- "I'm SO falling behind!"
You're 17... I'm 18... do the math. lol sorry its late so I babble... and babble... and I'm stopping.

Suffice to say- that you're skills have sparked me! w00t. ^^



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Seshperankh - n. Magician; scribe
sesh - per - ankh: scribe [of the] house [of] life

heheh - i go by Jayse - but my real name is Jayson I didn't think that was posted anywhere - maybe you guessed!?

I like your art and your writings.

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my goal is to live forever.
so far, so good.

thanks for the comments. i appreciate them. here's a quote for poetry interpretation from utne magazine:

As long as we're fearlessly engaging the avant-garde, here's one of Ange Mlinko's "Nine Dreams," from a 1996 chapbook titled Immediate Orgy and Audit:

Blew a brown leaf in my bed as I slept.
Moves relative to
the eyeball's tremor.
Softly boiled in a subtle change
I get up from the, in dream
pleased
greased by the oil
of a poached flower.

What are we supposed to do with this? Poetry-fear says: It's in code. Ange Mlinko is sending a message to other smarties, excluding us. If we knew more about what stuff like this is supposed to mean, we'd get it. But we feel bored, lost, and, above all, stupid.

Now the best antidote I know for fear is love. Suppose we decide to treat Mlinko's poem like something we at least want to love. First of all, then, we'd have to give up trying to figure it out, trying to make it be or do something other than what it is and does. We'd just experience it: just enjoy the explosive little B sounds of blew and brown and bed, and the jolly gently rocking rhythm of the line. "Moves relative to / the eyeball's tremor" would shift our experience into a more precise realm that feels a bit scientific; we'd realize we're still in dream territory because eyeballs do tremble in sleep. "Softly boiled" makes an unsettling and funny comparison between an egg and an eyeball (at least it does to me). "I get up from the" is interrupted by a comma, and the jerk is dreamlike; then "pleased" and "greased" get to mirror each other and we have the greasy pleasure of saying these words together. And as for "the oil / of a poached flower," that's just plain funny and mysterious: We feel greasy (still) and we feel the heat of poaching (instead of soft-boiling) and we see a blossom that's no longer there. The "cooking" we've undergone in dream makes us happy.

I guarantee that as far as knowledge goes, you have in your ordinary grasp of English all that you need for a poem like Mlinko's. What's hard is to be simple and even stupid enough to enjoy it in and of itself: its sound, its beat, its strangeness, and even your confusion -- they're all part of the mix. You don't get it? Read it again. Listen to it. Live with it. Play with it as if it were a toy. Forget about getting it intellectually the way you get a page of prose; all you can do is become more familiar with its oddness. Its oddness will seep into your nervous soul and you will glimpse the beauty of language when it's just being itself instead of doing some nasty job of heavy lifting. And, without turning into a know-it-all or a snob, you will be on your way to permanent recovery from poetry-fear.

Ah okay - now I understand all your names. They're all pretty to me.

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your myspace currently says
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but i tried to check it out.

Hey thanks for the comments m'dear! ^_^

What is your name? Tegan - Ganlynde - Skyler?

muah!

// jayse

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my goal is to live forever.
so far, so good.

Aww Tegan, this work is as sexy as you are!!

-Ping

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nice gallery..u should draw more!

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lizards are cute!!