Dear passerby,

This page is, as of this point in time, in effect a dead account. Neither =pureatheism or myself have submitted anything in months and there is no reason that this should change within the forseeable future. We've moved on. Ultimately, this entire project was more for our own enjoyment than anyone who happened to stumble upon it. While it was fun in the short-term, It will surely not be missed by anyone out there in the great dissonant void called, simply, "the internet."

The corpse of this once salivating beast will endure as an archival reference for all time, or at least untill DA wipes it's servers and sells out to a porn site. To the same end, the original journal can be found below this message in it's full and glorious... glorious-ness...

yes, anyway...

Consider this my hyper-text eulogy. The Zeddanaught Group is dead. May it one day resurrect like some kind of freaky zombie-Jesus and consume our brains with love and just a splash of hot sauce for taste.

=insanemilkman666
aka DJ Super Sloth
co-founder and a sassy black woman

P.S.

quit'cher yassabussin'


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The following transmission is from =insanemilkman666 and in all ways possible reflects the opinions of this group. But not deviantArt. No sir, we far exceed their deviousness.
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"Don't touch it, it's hot beeyotch!"

An inspired quote indeed, almost as inspired as the grounds we're breaking here today (wait a minute, that doesn't make a damn bit of sense). Welcome one and all, and all those big and small (lay down a phat break beat here) to the Zeddanaught Group. This group started as a mere note in the ol' inbox, the brainchild of =pureatheism. It went a lil sumthin' like this:

"We should start an art group or something on this bitch, you could call it like the zeggarnaught guild or something, however you spell that shit."

Right you are Ken!

We've decided to use this e-space territory as a place for our collaborations, past and present...hell maybe even future. I don't know yet. The future is so uncertain. What is certain is that you should all be prepared for more mediocre attempts on both our behalf to further inject our mutual sensibilities into devArt (translation: we really have nothing better to do with our free time). If nothing else, you can enjoy listening to us insult one another...and how my mother roxors the boxors of =pureatheism

In conclusion I'd just like to invite all of you short brunette girls out there to stop on by as well


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Founders / two generally upstanding gentlemen: -