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Kulu's RulesRule 1:
If you say "that's what she said" to Deadly Hobo Spider, he will not talk for 5 minutes.
Never sign an IRC ladys public key when you are to drunk to notice.
If theres any possibility of sex, do NOT leave your music library on "Shuffle All".
'Go, Go Power Rangers' theme songs are embarrassing.
If you leave your partner for 90 seconds, theres a chance they could have an affair, and
have a son that would be your age now, all in 90 seconds.
Dropping Mentos in Diet Coke works maricals.
If friends spend more than 60 minutes unable to decide what to do, they must default to sexual experimentation.
The world doesn't actually make sense.
If someone is wrong on the internet, serious action must be taken.
Holding the fan so that it just clicks and twitches will not break it.
The odds of a random object being a scone is about 1 in 6.
Cats don't always need captions.
In the absents of a bonesaw, a whi
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
MercyOh sweet God how the grassland
ignites in moonlight tonight
I must thank you for creating
her tangled fingers' slow pace
through the handsome rain Her
trochaic kinesthesia to rhythms
in Stravinsky's The Rite of
Spring Is this how you meant
for us to love you Yahweh
Tumbling clumsily down hills
of sheets into perpetually
immutable silence I could love
you like that I think I've been
practicing on this Savanna
for days and months Lost in
her crystal canvas Rolling crests
and troughs And when she touches
me Oh fair Lord I'm dragged into
your city past Gethsemane's
pulsing green and gold
Please hold us together
under this luminous stretch
Oh Father We are live
unclothed Our reflections awash
with the skin of your sun
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A two-time Community Volunteer for the deviantART Related category, Anne is well-known as a positive, helpful force. She is the community's resident expert when it comes to CSS (Cascading Style Sheets), and her personal gallery offers a wide variety of tutorials for new and experienced coders alike. In addition, each winter she hosts a calendar project encouraging members to create Journal designs for all to use, bringing more creativity to the community.
It is with immense gratitude that we acknowledge Anne as the recipient of the Deviousness Award for October 2014. Read More