~PadreUrsa81
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- Deviant since Oct 15, 2007, 3:43 PM
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The Origin of WarToday is April 1st, so I want to make it perfectly clear that what I am writing is not a joke, a gag, or in any other means an attempt at humor. I certainly don't feel it is. I haven't been more serious in my life, and I will tell you that I have never taken my life more seriously. I have spent the past six days with a gentleman who still refuses to tell me his name, but after reading this through to it's entirety, you will be certain, as am I, of who he is.The Origin of War
He approached me on a somewhat blustery, but still pleasant, March afternoon as I sat in the neighborhood park, musing over some of the more recent political misgivings of o
in Philosophical on 1/3/08
The boy and the buzzAll things considered, it was a normal day. The sky was clear, a few whisps of cloud spattered to the northwest. A light breeze was breathing across the open expanse of grassy hills. Here and there, a spattering of some sort of insect was buzzing about in a small cloud. A vicious, blood hungry beast wielding a blade twice it's size and smelling of decayed vomit was chasing after him. Yep. Overall, a normal day. 'How sad,' he thought to himself, 'that I've been doing this for so long that a day just cannot seem pleasant until I've winded myself trying to save my life.' Even more sad was how very winded he already was, and the beast was still gThe boy and the buzz
in Fantasy on 10/17/07
HumanityIt started out all so innocently. The simplest of experiments, with the most basic of variables, in the most sanitary labs we could conceive. Such care…such precision. Every motion, calculated; every measurement, rechecked a thousand times over; even the damned computers were replaced every twenty four hours, to ensure sterility and prevent data corruption. So many safety protocols…so much time and money, spent every second, just to guard and protect such a small room. A small room in the bottom of the gullet of a mountain, thousands of miles from any scent of life. A dormant volcano, long dead, with nothing but scorched earth and oHumanity
in Science Fiction on 10/17/07
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- EmailPadreUrsa81@yahoo.com
- Current Age: 26
- Current Residence: Texas
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: Large
- Interests: Far too many
- Favourite movie: Finding Nemo
- Favourite band or musician: My Chemical Romance
- Favourite genre of music: Adult Alternative
- Operating System: XP until there's something better.
- MP3 player of choice: SonicStage
- Favourite game: Elder Scrolls IV: Oblivion
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- Favourite cartoon character: Garfield
- Personal Quote: I am an avid believer in the absence of common morality.
- Tools of the Trade: My errant imagination and my fingers
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I'm not an artist, I only play one on TV.
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it can only be two ways....i will either die...and therefore not be able to do art anymore.....or not be able to do art anymore and then die. i cannot imagine any other life.
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