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About Me Member General Writer Dalent6718/Male/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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Scraps

Fri Aug 26, 2005, 2:56 PM
I made a scrap. It has the drawing of my embodiment. Not too good, but worth looking at. It's called "The Embodiment of Dalent67."

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  • Current Residence: McLean, Fairfax County, Virginia
  • Interests: Writing, Computers/Electronis, Photography
  • Favourite movie: Somethin' with Keanu Reeves...
  • Favourite band or musician: Anyone really loud
  • Favourite genre of music: Anything really loud
  • Favourite poet or writer: Robert Frost
  • Operating System: Windows XP
  • MP3 player of choice: Rave-MP
  • Skin of choice: My own
  • Favourite game: DDR Max 2
  • Favourite gaming platform: Nintendo is where my loyalty lies...
  • Favourite cartoon character: Taz
  • Personal Quote: I will dine on your soul before Death has a chance to meet you...
  • Tools of the Trade: Composition Notebook, 0.7mm Mechanical Pencil, Eraser Pen

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:iconbleedingbellezza:
Welcome to dA! Great Gallery So Far! :)

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Car? Car why are you not accelerating? Car?

How come your car works?

PattyCake and a Leap of Faith...Moo
:iconrushdevil:
Welcome on dA! I hope you'll enjoy it! If you have any question, just ask me or go on the Forums!

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Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer ;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.
:icondalent67:
Thanks. Only problem I think I may have is putting my writings in the right catagory.
:iconrushdevil:
Yeah, it's a bit complicated, you have to analyse it and check up, category by category, if there is one fitting with your text, it's what i'm doing...

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Le Poète est semblable au prince des nuées
Qui hante la tempête et se rit de l'archer ;
Exilé sur le sol au milieu des huées,
Ses ailes de géant l'empêchent de marcher.

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