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October 20, 2012

My Muse is Swedish by ~AngryMiro is an amusing look into the curse of unfinished projects.

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Published: Apr 10, 2012

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Writing about not being able to write. I wanted to make a journal post out of this, but journal posts are for noobs anyway. I did not work on this text after it was written, and so it looks like the freshly-vomited rant it's supposed to be. I don't like it, but it's better than not writing anything, is it?

I hope I don't offend the hot chicks / people from Sweden / people working at IKEA / hot Swedish chicks working at IKEA that read this.

EDIT : Holy crap, this made it into the DD's? I MADE IT IN THE DD'S? WHAT IS WRONG WITH THE WORLD? Seriously, this made my day, I'm super duper happy right now! Please take some time to visit

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Asahi-sensei

Jul 5, 2014

ohai =3
around one year and a half ago, i had told you i wanted to illustrate that, it finally came to life there fav.me/d7pcq5x

i hope it's not too bad ^^'

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