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For deviantART's 12th birthday, the staff decided to throw a hilarious surprise party for Fella. They gathered at Fella's favorite restaurant, The Fancy Zebra, with presents in hand. Llama brought Fella to the door and once they stepped in, all of the staff screamed, "Cheeseburger!!" Fella was so shocked that he instantly farted. He opened his presents to find that Llama had given him 12 cucumbers. He was amazed! He would never forget that night.

My great-grandfather used to tell me, "Don't chase after llamas because you'll only end up with a deviant in your nose." I never quite understood his advice until one 12th Deviantart Birthday, I was gardening with my best friend Ayame-Kenoshi. All of a sudden, we found an underground tunnel! It was bonkers and spooky sounds came from deep within. Ayame-Kenoshi saw something interesting inside, jumped in, and I never saw her again. Great-granddaddy was right!

A young woman named Laura loved making art, and practiced painting all day long to become the very best in all her town. But one day, she was completely stumped. She looked around her room, full of art pieces featuring mystical hedgehogs, sci-fi landscapes of a futuristic London, and a portrait of Charles Dickens that looked so real, you could start a conversation with it. But nothing inspired her. Had she really created everything there was to create? Depressed, she looked out her window, and made a wish on a nearby fart for inspiration to return to her. The next morning, she sprung out of bed, and used her skill in painting to create the mo

Would you hate me... If I was black, If I was white, If I was tall, If I was short, If I was fat, If I was skinny, If I was religious, If I was atheistic, If I was gay, If I was a lesbian, If I was bisexual, If I was in love, If I was transgender, If I was smart, If I was happy, If I was different, If I was unique, If I was odd, If I was random, If I was crazy, If I was strong, If I was weak, If I was creative, If I was famous, If I was rich, If I was poor, If I didn't judge like you?

Oh great, not another poem, Not one of those blasted poems, Your mother warned you about, And father guarded you from. Not that poem, "Please no, I can't take it anymore." You cry out. But then why are you reading anyways? It's not your poem, It's my poem, So why is it any of your business? Oh right, Because you stalk my gallery, ... My bad.

If I could I would paint you a picture, Wash away the scene, Hide those eyes of yours, From all the beauty queens. I'd remember all those times, And I'd sing a lovely tune, But this piano is quite old, Bashed, broken and bruised. From the sight, Of things, We hadn't a clue, What we'd gotten into. And I'm not a hero, Not a queen, Not a million diamond dream, I'm just a lost old lonely song, Waiting to be seen. [chorus] But I'll sing it for you, I'll write it down, Find my voice beneath the crowd, Maybe you'll be the one who, Will rock my world again.[/chorus] And I'll bash the keys, Black and white,