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« Or, che cos'ero io se non un uomo inventato? Una invenzione ambulante che voleva e, del resto, doveva forzatamente stare per sé, pur calata nella realtà. »
Daily Literature Deviations is a group that is dedicated to bringing literature to the forefront of the deviantArt community. We attempt to accomplish this by daily featuring Literature artists from around the community that deserve the recognition, but are not getting it.
Each day we will feature 10 deviations from the Literature categories in a News Article. In order to support the artists that we feature, we ask that you the news article as well as check out the individual pieces. We understand that each day you may not be able to check out each and every one of the pieces, everyone has their own things going on. We just ask that you make an attempt to help support the growing Literature community.
When it comes to community spirit, `Rushy is a shining example. From participating in devmeets, to providing positive encouragement to other artists, `Rushy can always be found demonstrating what it really takes to be a true deviant. It's without any hesitation that we are delighted to award the Deviousness Award for July 2009 to `RushyRead More
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Revenge is always the weak pleasure of a little and narrow mind
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(.__.) some one told me to get a life, but i cant seem to find a place to download one. (.__.)
the outfit is awesome :3 howd you think of designs like that?
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Gallery | Commissions Start at $5!!!
perfectooo X333
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some people are like jokers,dat makes the situation better by throwing themselves away.but it's according to the game
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Paving a path to greatness, one deviation at a time...
The hair is amazing, and the fold on her clothes + the belts are stunning... instant fave
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"Of course I'm sane, when trees start talking to me, I don't talk back." (from 'The Light Fantastic', Terry Pratchett)
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« Or, che cos'ero io se non un uomo inventato? Una invenzione ambulante che voleva e, del resto, doveva forzatamente stare per sé, pur calata nella realtà. »
L. Pirandello, "Il fu Mattia Pascal"
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