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![]() Requests: Yeah! Art Trade: Maybe... Now selling commissions and prints of originals! Please visit my DA (thelumpy) , or email my account: www.pencilpleasures@hotmail.com You can also PM me here on FAC and I can work with you through that as well. Thank You! Name: You can call the Lump, Lumpy, Forest T. Blackavar, Candice, Dude, Dudette, Dennis, Twink, Candy, Punty or anything else you think of that will stick. That's my self portrait. The pirate^^:) Where I Live: Brazil. Yup.
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Everthing in the past, the present, and the future points to today. Every historical event happened because of today. Everthing that will ever be points to today. God died. He gave up the highest, most glorified, most splendid, ultimate power and beauty to be killed. But it wasn't a clean homicide. He wasn't shot, stabbed; he wasn't hanged. He wasn't beheaded.
His life was whipped, crushed, and clubbed out of him. Beaten, bled out of him in gallons. His vibrant, bright, perfect blood was spattered all over his torn, naked, broken mangled body. And then, when his inner organs were probably showing and there was hardly any blood left in his body to bleed, he was forced to walk up a public street carrying on his bare raw back the lumber that he was about to be nailed to. Nails. In. His. Hands. He hung from nails for hours, j
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i guess what matters is that you read it right? i feel so glad that people are reading my stories....though sometimes they are weird im glad none of my friends tell me "dude, your story sucks" ^^ anyway c ya