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I am a Journalistic Photographer
squall241
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Last Visit: 10 weeks ago
Brandfoos, Duhh!
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welcome... found you from gaiaonline though i don't go there that much melboure isnt that far form where i live.
-- Crayon Shin-Chan was here 90% of teens today would die if Myspace had a system failure and was completely destroyed. If you are one of the 10% that would be laughing, copy and paste this to your signature.
i'll take a look at your stuff later then steal your camera.
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haiku addict
has a tendency to run off and take artsy pictures.
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"It's amazing that the amount of news that happens in the world everyday always just exactly fits the newspaper."
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"Just because you say your work is copyrighted doesn't mean it is."
On the contrary, madame...
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WARNING! A kiss from me may cause a 90% increase of YUMMY!
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Crayon Shin-Chan was here
90% of teens today would die if Myspace had a system failure and was completely destroyed. If you are one of the 10% that would be laughing, copy and paste this to your signature.
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Once the cloud that's raining, over your head, disappears, the noise that you hear, is the crashing down of hollow years.
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