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Deviousness `TimberClipse's dedication to our community is without question. From developing helpful tutorials, to being a community leader in groups such as #fella and #deviant365, you can always find Zev connecting with all areas of our community in order to spread his infectious enthusiasm and inspiring positivity. We are delighted to bestow the Deviousness Award for May 2012 to `TimberClipse, congratulations! Read More
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Who ordered the whoop ass fajita?
I'm going to plz till I die, don't like it? Eat a dick.
(through a note if you dont mind....thanks
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Who ordered the whoop ass fajita?
I'm going to plz till I die, don't like it? Eat a dick.
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Who ordered the whoop ass fajita?
I'm going to plz till I die, don't like it? Eat a dick.
Rogue.
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She was use to long days and strange outfits, but Emily could not have imagined today's gig. She had been modeling for a few months now all over New York, and when her agency said that there was a photo shoot just off of Times Square, she knew it was going to be big. When she walked into the studio, the large windows overlooking the square had the drapes pulled back completely, letting the room fill with the light of all the electronic billboards. The room had mirrors, prisms, and all sorts of colored glass dangling in front of the window.
She was handed a vibrant pink coat with small mirrors covering it and instructed to put it on while they finished setting up the room. When she walked out again, the room was awash with every color of the rainbow. "Just stand on the X over there and let's get started," said the photographer.
Emily moved from the darkened hallway to the spot, and immediately her outfit exploded with color. I'm a professional. I can make this work. She tried to ignore everything and focused on just the camera man, moving in and out of the shadows with every click. She grabbed a bit of her sleeve and put it between her teeth and focused on him, the blue of her eyes resisting the room's fragmented colors. The camera clicked three times in rapid succession, and in that set of pictures Emily had moved from struggling model to Em D, supermodel.
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Aspire to inspire
"you know you're from new york when........walking through traffic doesn't scare you in any way shape or form"
"you know you're from new york when..... you cant believe anyone thinks domino's is real pizza...