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But, how?
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"Why," you ask? Because we want profile pages to have freedom of customization, but also to have some consistency. This way, when anyone visits a deviant, they know they can always find the art in the top left, and personal info in the top right.
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
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______________________________ ____________________ I hate my flesh. It's dimension poisoned my soul with doubt. It made me question the essence of... the 'I'
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
Thanks again for the link. Where did you get the footage? I hate it. 6:18 minutes of destruction. On the other hand, it reflects the song title perfectly, so you did a great job. I like your 'handwriting'(I can't find a better word), meaning the way you 'choreographed' the whole thing, putting together film sequences and music; especially the last part when music dies out as well as light, when we see only flashes.
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
Thanks. I know, I feel the same way about the destruction. It actually took some getting used to while I was editing it. It's all public domain stuff I found on archive.org
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O fortuna, velut luna, statu variabilis
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
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Suha Derbent
Wildlife Photographer
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I hate my flesh. It's dimension poisoned my soul with doubt. It made me question the essence of... the 'I'
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
[link]
Hope you like it
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sLIcEd PEaRs! [link]
I like your 'handwriting'(I can't find a better word), meaning the way you 'choreographed' the whole thing, putting together film sequences and music; especially the last part when music dies out as well as light, when we see only flashes.
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...not to limit our conversations to humans, our most splendid movements to dance floors, our ears only to music made by human-made instruments, our eyes to 'taught' beauty, nor our minds to those things we all agree upon already...
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sLIcEd PEaRs! [link]
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