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redd-byrd · 4 months
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Was experimenting with art styles and ended up turning my old fursona into one of those old scene/rave chibis
This is a desaturated version, real version below the cut bc of eyestrain, so watch out for that
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VVVVVV CW BELOW: EYESTRAIN VVVVVV
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sugarbear2001 · 2 months
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12-oz-joy · 7 months
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Soooo my little advocates MY VERSION OF OBLIVION IS GETTING A REDESIGN AND I'D THOUGH I'D SHOW YOU ALL HIS NEW OUTFIT BECAUSE IM REALLY PROUD OF IT
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Don't mind the shitty quality X[
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that-darn-clown · 4 months
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Site: glowland.com, 2002
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percinterlude · 9 months
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Machina[+]
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600lbz · 5 months
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moe 🍭💖
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fartprinc3ss · 1 year
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z0mbiepr1nc3ss · 7 months
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Little Trashy Raversss <33
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cosmiccrayonsart · 6 months
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🌿💿 Digital Doggies 💿🌿
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restingcorpse · 4 days
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evitazxo · 5 months
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#summer2014hereicome (FLASH WARNING!)
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immortalfan666 · 1 month
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MySpace Freak !!
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My instagram:
@ lucilf3rrr
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that-darn-clown · 4 months
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Going thru web archive and found this. Made me profoundly proud to have this special interest
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Our emotional state is ecstasy.
Our nourishment of choice is love.
Our addiction of choice is technology.
Our religion of choice is music.
Our currency of choice is knowledge.
Our politics of choice is none.
Our society of choice is utopian.
You may hate us.
You may dismiss us.
You may misunderstand us.
You may be unaware that we exist.
We can only hope you do not care to judge us because we would never judge you.
We are no criminals.
We are not disillusioned.
We are not drug addicts.
We are not naïve children.
We are one massive, global, tribal village that transcends man-made law, physical geography, and time itself.
We are The Massive: One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound. From far away the thunderous, muffled, echoing beat was comparable to a mothers heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel, and electrical wiring. We were drawn back into this womb, and there, in the heat, dampness, and darkness of it, we came to accept that we are all the same. We came to accept that we are all equal. Not only to the darkness, and to ourselves, but to the very music slamming into us and passing through our souls: and somewhere around 35Hz, we could feel the hand of God at our backs pushing us forward, pushing us to push ourselves to strengthen our minds, bodies, and spirits. Pushing us to turn to the person beside us to join hands and uplift them by sharing the uncontrollable joy we felt from creating this magical bubble that can, for one evening, protect us from the horrors, atrocities and pollution of the outside world. It is in that very instant with these very realizations that each of us is truly born. We continue to pack ourselves into clubs, warehouses, or buildings youve abandoned and left for naught, and we bring life to them for one night; strong, throbbing, vibrant life in its purest, most intense, most hedonistic form. In these makeshift soaves, we seek to shed ourselves of the burden of uncertainty for a future you have been unable to stabilize and secure for us. We seek to relinquish our inhibitions and free ourselves from the shackles and restraints that youve put on us for your own peace of mind.
We seek to re-write the programming that you have tried to indoctrinate us with since the moment we were born. Programming telling us to hate, that tells us to judge, that tells us to stuff ourselves with the nearest most convinant pigeonhole possible. Programming that even tells us to climb the ladders, jump through the hoops, and run through the mazes for you. Programming that tells us to eat from the silver spoon that you are trying to feed us with, instead of nourishing ourselves with our own capable hands. Programming that tells us to close our minds, instead of opening them!
Until the sun raises to burn our eyes by revealing the distorted reality of the world youve created for us, we dance fiercely with our brothers and sisters in celebration of our life, of our culture, and of the values we believe in: Peace, Love, Freedom, Tolerance, Unity, Harmony, Expression, Responsibility, and Respect.
Our Enemy of choice is ignorance.
Our weapon of choice is information.
Our crime of choice is breaking and challenging whatever laws you feel you need to put in our place to stop us from celebrating our existence.
But know that while you may shut down any given party, on any given night, in ant given city, in and given country or continent on this beautiful planet, you can never shut down the entire party. You dont have access to that switch no matter what you think.
The Music will never stop - The Heartbeat will never fade - The Party will never end.
I am a Raver, and this is my Manifesto.
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canopicgirl · 16 days
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we’re so back
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thisisrealy2kok · 23 days
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Absorbed Rave Flyer
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