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Neil Gaiman Speaks-A speech made by Neil Gaiman at a university that can act as inspiration for artists and freelancers of all kinds. If you don't smile, laugh, and (weirdly) feel HUGGED, when you watch this, then you're not human.
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Share some love WINNERSThere are different kind of winner for this contest. Some were picked via poll and others based on effort.
Winner based on effort & artist description
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:thumb295822404:CherryLove ~ Contest entry by RoWonder
Music::Gift by txtaholic9Miku Hatsune Gift by animehero1Purple Violin by Fuyuko7
The Pony and the Pie Tree - Share the Love Contest by redambrosiaHunger Games (gift) by ausrejurkeSilverarte by Tarese
Changeling landing by treegarchieWarriors of the North by blueimagination:thumb292743195:
plushie neutron by Fembot13Entei happy dreams and bleeding colors by Jib-JabResurrection by Helga-Mareritt
Believe... by DLeedFor Eugenelle by magicalaurieBreak the fourth wall by spot1the2dog3
:thumb291160093:Butter flys and toadstools by PattiPixFor DLeed by SparklingSary
Rock Out! by YoruichiotakuPoison Apple by Mrparttimer:thumb2906392
A Bloody, Stupid Miracle The day we’d cured the human condition was the day I put a bullet through my head and didn’t die. It was also the day I realized how scared I actually was of death, and after hours of muscle ache from holding that gauze against my open skull, after the wound closed and everything went back to normal, I had myself a good old-fashioned brainstorm. How ironic.
But when summer came, everything had fallen to shit. The air scorched my skin and parched my tongue every time I took a breath. The sun glared down on a rapidly-collapsing world, full of the undying bastard children of cruelty and misfortune. What was one to do when their cells regenerated faster than they decomposed?
My feet hit the pavement, now littered with jagged bits of glass to snap at my toes, thoroughly baked by the blazing ball of bitter disdain high overhead. Today was worse than yesterday. Though I’d often wondered the purpose of it anymore, I
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