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I Came, I dAmned, I Founded 24In this ongoing series of articles, we probe the minds of some dAmn's
channel founders to find out what makes them tick, how they've made
their room a success and what tips they can provide to budding channel
This month is zio-san and :#ShareZone:
1) First off zio-san, can you tell us a little bit about yourself!
There is nothing much to say, really! I'm a deviant just like any other.
Actually I work in photography; but also I enjoy drawing, so when I decided to learn it, a jump into deviantArt was my next logical step!
I've known dA since 2000, but I decided to make this dedicated acc for drawing last year.
2) When did you first discover dAmn, and can you remember the first room you ever chatted in?
I remember I was searching for a room to share art and to get suggestions, but there wasn't one.
You see, I like comics and love drawing in general, so I asked for some advice in this field.
3) What prompted you to create :#ShareZon
An official word on lotteriesThere has been a small number of lottery-type opportunities opening up as groups recently and also on user accounts. These games of chance have attracted attention within the community because they offer a gambling type venture where deviants may win additional prizes, or receive their points back with an additional increase, should they be the lucky deviant to be selected.
Some deviants have expressed concerns over these groups, not knowing whether or not these lotteries are legitimate, or even allowed within our community. We are aware that there are some concerns over the legalities of such lotteries, and would obviously not wish for any deviants to put themselves in a potential situation which may result in legal intervention. Before starting any lottery activity, deviants should consider obtaining legal advice in their local territory. Criminal prosecutions can occur.
We've gave this a lot of thought in terms of the community’s interests, and considere
ViolinI remember the day
you told me violins
were strung with cat gut
and that is why
you hated music
(who says that to a child?)
I followed you
all that summer.
I watched you
grow away from mother -
your whiskey held better conversations
and all she did was cry.
We'd sit cross-legged on the porch
and count the horseflies
settling on our lunch.
You would drown tadpoles
in a bucket
surprised they could not swim
and I would dream
of cherry popsicles.
And when night would gather
on the sidewalk
I'd hold my breath
until a star appeared.
Don't bother making wishes
you'd tell me -
stars are dead weight in heaven
and God has cloth ears.
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