The Mad Hatter on crack.
had a row with a lumberjack
upon whence they should attack
the pig crowned with a sack who thus
broke poor farmer wency's back
they came to a resolute fact
to approach the manner with tact
unware of the delayed impact
it would have on wency's cataract
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I'm creative and artistic with no dire interest to prove these qualities to anyone. I have no problem with the muses people have to create their art. Indulge in your rainbows, slather on your blood, etc. etc.
I do have a problem with people who think their way is the only way.
I'm an intellectual, individualist. And still with no dire interest to prove these qualities to anyone. I only answer to myself.
- JoinedNovember 2007
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Lashy should have more testimonials because she's an amazing person and a great artist. I admire her patience to create beautiful works of art and sharing it with all of SL :) And she's always up for shopping!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! woohooo!!
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