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The King of Walls

In the pantry there is scarcely a treat Since my stores and wishes sought to retreat The roaches in the cabinets pocked with dents Scuttle over the fresh ingredients My yellow kitchen seizes for itself It laughs and puts them on the highest shelf Denying me the respite I must know To vanquish any sentiment I show
In the living room, there is naught to do Since my greatest prospect skewered me through There are tears on the ratty furniture In unison, they play an overture Which will lead to a daring symphony The likes of which no one will ever see Furthe

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Monday IsleThe hawser coils as the anchor ascends Colubrine and skyscraping, intestine twine A regatta raced by every inch in eager stride It boards its ship, resting on its deck a final time The captain calls at every hand and flax sails fly The knotted mile cranked high, slithering down the line Full rights until the port makes light Its tonnage taxed by tiny toils like spider fangs The hull stifled by rusted crates and miserly stowaways If rivets in walls could speak in fluency They'd rarely laud, and always jeer abrasively At the ship to which they're bound, discontent in Monday Isle
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Essays Are Not Art.The radical ideals of yesterday, if administered properly, become the norms of the future. That future. . .is today. I connived this from the annuls of legend many lost thoughts ago, and, until now, it has been largely overshadowed by the sinewy amoebas meandering through my disaffected teenage mind. I'm thinking about this, now. Its philosophical precedence has made a spontaneous regeneration. As my long, serrated thumbnail hooks my index finger to grasp this pencil, I wonder with every Victorian longhand stroke if some kind of progress is being made. Is society on a continuum, destined to never truly fall to barbarism, but doomed to never t Essays Are Not Art.
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The Coke of AquariusAbundant aluminum filed in malleable members through the eviscerated Earthly equator.
Corralled between Cancer and Capricorn,
It conquered its constrictions,
Collected corner to corner,
Crafted a cylinder,
Locked its arms, And lashed with little loquacity at its less encumbered creator.
The sweltering synergy of the center and sun welded it well.
The murdered moon marauded as meteors
And hammered it into a kola completion.

Fizzling, frothing, forgotten of fault, Carbon, concerned, panicked and popped. Hydrogen halted high at the heavens,
Block The Coke of Aquarius
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The Card PlayerHello. Hi there. It's quite good to have some company. If you have a bit to be entertained, I can deal, and we can play a hand of rummy. Don't be intimidated, or anything, I'm not much of a player. I fancy myself as a bit of a card sharp, but I'm not, really. If you don't like rummy, we can play a round of spades, or castle, or maybe just draw poker. I know many games, and I'll name them if you're interested, but if you aren't, then that's ok. If you don't feel like that would be accommodating, we can just sit here and gab. There aren't many folks who will have a conversation with me. I'm good at beginning and ending them, but I can nev The Card Player
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Of the FittestHow can a cheetah Run sixty-five miles an hour? Just for survival. Of the Fittest
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DR4: Rawdie in my fire writhe in my hunger i'll slice your choice and tear your honor along with your panties your lacies my dearies spew into you
with the wind from my furnace bellows pumping grim air into your mouth i want you to taste the pain in my eyes and the hate on my face and the dirt in my teeth i have to be free and you'll be my release my screaming relief my demon's glee and my joy in hurt should have known better you should have learned the first time i did this the first time i let you burn. DR4: Raw
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DR3: Blessed Fleshflesh craving every inch of slavering over every ounce of your
sweet fresh flesh my holy pilgrimage inside of you has been blessed by sacred sweat in sacrament dripping off the twin globes of your breasts your lips part in litanies of mindless adoration the glory of your body and my summary sublimation gives divine prophetic vision of the destiny of my erection and if my catharsis leads to your orgasm if my ephiphany is your scream then i offer praise to wet and writhing gods of skin i spit disgust on devil souls who call m DR3: Blessed Flesh
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I Have Returned to the Land of Milk and Honey

Sat Sep 19, 2009, 6:54 PM

Mood: Sadness
Listening to: The whirring of fart poo infantile humor
Reading: No Country for Old Men
Watching: shit piss asshole vulgar humor fuck
Playing: Silent Hill
Eating: Stolen Cake
Drinking: Water

AND IT CERTAINLY ISN'T DEVIANTART!
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

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I'm a rather broad scope of contradictory things, which are best expressed through words that make me sound as if I have something grandiose to prove. Some say I flow like quicksilver, but others say I am as viscous as the dirtiest crude oil. I prefer to listen to neither of those parties, as parties often suffer from group delusion. I am anomalous, abrasive, cunning, confusing, clever, convoluted, caustic, dauntless, esoteric, eloquent, edible, eclectic, electric, facetious, humorous, incomparable, indefatigable, incredible, insightful, lucid, lurid, magnificent, peerless, priceless, phenomenal, poetic, precise, phantasmagorical, pallid, paramount, paranoid, rational, rhythmic, spectacular, sardonic, satirical, ubiquitous, unconventional, vociferous, verbose, and most of all, understated.

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~guns4jesus2004 Apr 9, 2009, 5:16:28 PM

thanks very much for the fave on my...sculpture? not entirely sure waht to call it, but it's what i spend my time doing and i'm glad someone else appreciates it. so thanks :]

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.

~chubbycubby Jan 20, 2009, 6:04:46 PM

Ha! Thanks for faving my poem. I feel honored, almost.

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Chaos is forever
Order is what we sever
Bloodied justice, hand in hand
United we fall, divided we stand

~guns4jesus2004 Jan 15, 2009, 10:32:40 AM

thanks for faving my entire new series. i'll be expanding it if the object of its dedication ever returns.

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.

~guns4jesus2004 Dec 4, 2008, 9:40:12 PM

thanks friend

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.

~guns4jesus2004 Aug 4, 2008, 5:54:41 PM

i didnt really see any half-assing in anything of yours i've ever read.

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.

~Figh7heSky Jul 28, 2008, 6:11:59 PM

Hell, I deleted all my deviations. There's only six that I've managed to perfect and put up.
I'm not half assing my work anymore.

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If I didn't personify everything with a will, it probably wouldn't give me so much damn trouble.

~guns4jesus2004 Jul 28, 2008, 7:18:49 AM

thanks for the fave, mate. i'm going to be getting to all your backed up devs FINALLY. working on clearing out everything i know i dont want first. a slow and arduous process.

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Halleleujah, I'm not breathing, Halleleujah.