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DullVivid
19/United States
Birthday
August 6, 1993
Last Visit: 4 hours ago
Drawing under the influence.
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Hello to all of you individuals out there, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Kane, but you may address me by my internet sobriquet DullVivid; I come here to DeviantArt for several reasons, but your amusement is at the top of my list. I do not take requests or do art trades, but I am occasionally open for commissions. Paypal prices for commissions listed below. Prices in USD Scribbles (With colour) -- $15.00
Favorite visual artistMissNyxie, Micky-K, MrsBethanie, Pervy-peppermint Favorite bands / musical artistsAnthrax, Metallica, Pantera, Jimi Hendrix, Beatles, etc...Favorite gamesAnything Sonic or Mario Other InterestsFrivolous things
I was just outside picking up weeds and mowing the lawn when all of a sudden, my little Pomeranian starts barking up a storm. I glance over towards him and notice a drunk-assed motherfucker walking up passed our gated fence and into our yard. He walks up to me and tells me, "I need a ride home." I look over this fellow and notice he has a backpack and a pouch. Sonofabitch motherfucker packing something. My grandpa spotted him and escorted him to the road where he left him to walk off.
I'm at school to type this, because the internet is working over here. I feel really shitty for not being able to talk for so long. I really hope everything is okay, and we're getting a new modem.