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There's no light over London today. posted Jun 26th 2008, 4:10PM

Mood: Annoyed

Music: Cooooooldplay

Soooo. The deal with little kids' attitudes on this site is...? |8

Some of you warned be about flaming, and I was like, well I hardly do anything to piss people off, so I should be alright.

Hahaha, they literally seek and destroy don't they? Like, purposely find things to comment negatively on, even if they're just making shit up. |C

SO. To clarify things. I am an I L L U S T R A T O R. I do not copy, trace, recolor, repost, blahdeblah anything, thanks. If you say my art looks like Disney, I'd just as soon take it as a compliment because it means my art looks somewhat professional. Sweet. It's what I try to do.

I have my own style, I don't copy from others. I draw the way I do from being influenced by life. I simplify what I see in the same way cartoonists, illustrators, and animators are taught to do. It's what I'm being taught to do I N S C H O O L.

Jesus. |: 15 year olds who think they're hot HARDXXXCORE shit should not be telling me my art isn't art, LOL. It was apparently enough to get me into school for it, they shouldn't be talking.

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Meg!
Born '87; do the math!
Little Bird is my a.k.a.
Music and art are my two lovers; so they intertwine a lot in my work.
Majoring in illustration at Ringling College of Art and Design.

I'm a lover, and traveling is synonymous with breathing to me.
Attached to my hip is my iPod nano, Bobby Dylan. Named after my inspiration, of course.

I love talking, so get to know me. :]

I chill here as well:

devART; Combustication
Blog; Stars In My Tea
Fa.Lk.org; Little-Bird

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"Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.

Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming."

And that's all you need.