A Collection of seasonal art of all mediums and genres, and from artists of all ages and talents from well seasoned experts to beginners.
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November 25, 2007
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There is no gene for the human spirit.
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l'art pour l'art
"herkes herkessiz yaşayabilir."
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This emptiness I've made my home
Embracing memories of dreams long gone
One last caress from the corpse of love is all I want
Underneath the cyanide sun
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IT IS NOT A NECKBEARD IT'S A HEAT SINK
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So make all your fat, fleshy fingers to moving, and pluck all your silly strings.
Bend all your notes for me; soft, silly music is meaningful, magical...
'Twas all you were needing when you still believed in me.
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