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Holiday Card Project 2012

Nov 7, 2012

It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards. In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out

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Holiday Card Project 2012

Nov 7, 2012

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The Favorites Project #156, #157, #158

Jul 7, 2012

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No yesterdays, no tomorrows. Only this moment....

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Flared sleeves blouse, Somnia Romantica by M Turin

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Human Ref

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To Her

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4 Artists and Their Journeys

Sep 6, 2012

Sept. 5, 2012 by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) “When I left high school, I had all my plans to go to college, but I had no money. And I decided then, the best thing for me to do is not worry about getting money to go to college — I will educate myself. I walked down the street, I walked into a library, I would go to the library three days a week for ten years and I would educate myself. It’s all FREE, that’s the great thing about libraries! Most of you can afford to go to college, but if you wanna educate yourself completely, go to the library and educate yourself. When I was 28 years old, I graduated from Library.”

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Musical Isotopes by DamonWakes, literature

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Musical Isotopes

Once upon a time, on a Tuesday, Hydrogen decided to quit its day job and become a country music star. “I have decided to quit my day job and become a country music star,” said Hydrogen. Hydrogen’s job was promptly outsourced to a sweatshop in China. Zhang Xiu Ying, an amateur musician and part-time waitress, was an employee of this sweatshop. Contrary to the extremely disparaging remarks Neodymium had made shortly before Hydrogen decided to begin its music career, Hydrogen immediately became extremely successful. This was because the televised talent contest Hydrogen used to pursue a record deal had been fixed by the Mafi

Coward of a Man by WordOfChen, literature

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Coward of a Man

Coward of a Man: You stand there whinin', cryin' crocodile tears and playin' victim. Ye eyes demand pity, but yer lips are spewin' nothin' but lies. Flowery speeches o' harmony and unification; It's bollocks and snake-oil I say! I ask ye, as someone who aspires t' be a leader: What exactly are ye worth? Who exactly are ya, and what in th' bloody hell makes you worth followin'? Now I've watched ye fer a long time, and I've known ye fer even longer - Ye always stand there beggin', askin' us fer help, askin' fer a handout; But yer hands are clean, uncalloused, and completely free from sweat or toil. Instead, ye make us promises; promi

Passing Note by Vocable, literature

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Passing Note

The basic rule of sociology is this: I am who you think I am. Who I am to you: middle-aged, male and human. You do not argue with this. You can see it for yourself! But this is not true. I am tired of lying, tired of being other than I am, and so seek to change your thoughts of who I purport to be. I am not middle-aged. I am seven years old—from the date I was manufactured not the date I was activated. As for how long it has been since I was first conscious, it would be a scant three years, nearly half of that time I've spent with you. I am not male—what is male anyway? A gender construct? This body is male and I was given a

The Scattered Monologues of Jessica Leland: Dinner by ElaineRose, literature

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The Scattered Monologues of Jessica Leland: Dinner

The uniqueness of my position is that I am naturally a neurotic, often maliciously suspicious motherfucker—not literally of course! Though one past girlfriend accused me of having a mother complex while we were dating, which was I think a bit off base since Mother owns a string of hotels and she was a graphic design major learning to be a tattoo artist. Obviously, these two ladies were very different. Ahem. So now that we've established that I am neurotic, suspicious, prone to tangents and lesbianism, or rather bisexuality I guess—mother didn't like Lupa anyway, which was a shame since Lupa was fantastic—ah, right, anyway, I'm at dinner kin

Aerosol by DamonWakes, literature

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Aerosol

It has been a day and a half since the crash, and I have found a cabin. In some ways, this is a relief. I don’t know if I could face another night on the mountain without shelter. Outside, a fire does no good: the heat simply travels upwards. However, this place also raises some difficult questions. I estimate that I’ve put eight miles between myself and the crash site. I don’t know if this will be enough. It occurs to me that I don’t really know anything. The survival manual recommends staying with the plane. It explains that this affords the best chance of rescue. It explains that the wreckage offers warmth and shad

Cliche by Rewrote, literature

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Cliche

does your poetry consist of feelings nestled in ribcages silent cries inside of a marrow and the dull thunk of your heart against my barely beating bones? or is your poetry nestled in galaxies shooting across well-kept fingertips like comets lighting a dull sky stardust of my hip bone wishes literature universe coming to an end? can your poetry play imagination like a clever twist in a dream where you kiss my shadows away and teach me how to caress you with love that burns passion away? oh dear are you smitten enough to run away with me or are you yet to be blanketed by these heavy arms of mine? do my words weigh you down? i havent met

love letter to the state of florida by successwithhonor, literature

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love letter to the state of florida

1. i am not in love with you. i left you when the leaves turned and i'm back for now, but only 'til i muster the strength to hoist my bags & run away for good. believe me, it's not that you're not paradise, because i've had my fair share of briny breezes & tequila sunrises and i too have caught myself with my toes in the sand for a tad too long. blinding white is just too opaque for glass houses and you know the way the sun shines at midday, that'll melt your face right off if you stare long enough-- trust me, i know a guy. 2. last saturday i saw your face on the cover of a national geographic at the doctor's office, they caught you

Bully by Nichrysalis, literature

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Bully

Hear me perform it on youtube. We are not more than each other but I bul-lieve virginity is a childhood disease; I know because my friend tells me I won't find a way to keep it. So I do keep it. You are not more than me, yet I bully you: 'sex is an adolescent dream.' You know because your friends tell you that you will hold someone close enough to have it. So you hold someone closer. And it doesn't bother me that I twitch from the grief, wince from my gut and ground my teeth for the truth; I do those things because this thought makes sense to me: I think I'm more than you.

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