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I am a Deviously Deviant
mersaak
16/Male/United States
Why I Am Here
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Last Visit: 163 weeks ago
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"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!
how in the hell do you delet these things?....ne ways, i will have some new photos (for those of you who acually care...whitch is noone...) when i get back to alaska.
When will this game end? Is just like any other game, there are people who seem to cheat, and there are people who seem to always have luck on their side, and then there are the ones who always seem to loose.
16 years, one win…while I stand by friends and see them win every time, and while they jump ahead and take my card. I may be playing fair, but soon I run into a dead end, and I quit, not because I want to, but because if I don’t, I will end the game for the rest of the “players”
Someone else takes my spot, while I look from the sidelines, and see them take the prize, the prize I got so close to, the prize I seem you wake up for, the prize I seem to work for, the prize that all the players are competing for, and yet the one who wins, does not care about the prize, the one who wins only cares about how popular they will be for winning,
16 years one win, but yet I keep playing, hoping one day, I will win again.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
16 years, one win…while I stand by friends and see them win every time, and while they jump ahead and take my card. I may be playing fair, but soon I run into a dead end, and I quit, not because I want to, but because if I don’t, I will end the game for the rest of the “players”
Someone else takes my spot, while I look from the sidelines, and see them take the prize, the prize I got so close to, the prize I seem you wake up for, the prize I seem to work for, the prize that all the players are competing for, and yet the one who wins, does not care about the prize, the one who wins only cares about how popular they will be for winning,
16 years one win, but yet I keep playing, hoping one day, I will win again.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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I reject your reality and substitute my own.
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