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Instant Poem, add waterPoems are, according to her lean, tight, annorexic. reduced, but not reductive. stories in a corset or straight jacket that we tighten oh lord, do we tighten until the structure ribs cracking and shattering into the organs, breaks, and all of the shitty and bloody words are forced out of the ass and mouth Respectively until the poem is a concentrated undiluted morsal of meaning like a gumdrop.Instant Poem, add water
my poems just grow like piles of pianos til their folds doubling and redouble choke their little
by ~Vicompte42
like seagulls into the seathere is in me a propensity to fail i was born with it or made it myself out of the clay of indecision I have the nasty habit of falling back of striking at the people who deserve it too late or in fantasies or by giving them their way because their way is easier than making my own way taking their weights is simpler by far than being freelike seagulls into the sea
it's a bad thing i think and i'm doing the best i can to fight it
without getting off the couch of course
I lost one freind to giving him his way we
by ~Vicompte42
Is my title too long deviant a Can true freinds be made Sans CharlemagneIs my title too long deviant a
Honesty is not something freinds want kind words pleasant times siver wrapped memories in boxes for talking together looking eachother in the eye is too hard and too infrequent for most people freinds or otherwise
relationships then ones with a romantic persuasion is where the honesty lies languishes rolls over itself off huge dusty piles: hastily constructed pyramids mortered with expectations or promises convenience an
by ~Vicompte42
Reinactment of a food fightSpread Flank steak thin Fingers in everyone’s soufflé’s It’s no small wonder You get burned Again The overheard whisper And we’re off Astride our ethos With our foam swords Our safety helmets And foggy goggles Just swinging away a blind kid at a tee Every swing hitting Every hit ignored Every hit a reminder A daisy chain Tied tight around the finger A memory of parchment Held together by hydrogen bonds and hope On both sidesReinactment of a food fight
I don’t know what we’re looking for But I
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- Current Residence: Soon to be formerly costa mesa
- Interests: I dabble in steampunk, Dungeons and dragons, and military coups.
- Favourite movie: The Alarmist
- Favourite band or musician: Gaelic Storm
- Favourite genre of music: Hit me with your best shot (just that song)
- Favourite artist: I am a great fan castle architects.
- Favourite poet or writer: Charley
- Favourite photographer: Colleen McSweeny.
- Favourite style of art: MS Paint.
- Operating System: Windows Vista
- MP3 player of choice: i am one of the pod people.
- Shell of choice: egg.
- Wallpaper of choice: a woman immersed in a bathtub full of lucky charms.
- Skin of choice: bear.
- Favourite game: Backgammon.
- Favourite gaming platform: Game boy Color.
- Favourite cartoon character: Mr. Popo
- Personal Quote: If more of us valued food and cheer and song above hoarded gold, it would be a merrier world.
- Tools of the Trade: Board games, snuggling, and chainsaws mounted on guns.
- AIM: strongsad42
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You must be the only person in the world who dared venture to my dA page from Facebook. (At least, I'm assuming that's what occurred.) So thanks! And hello! Hello and thanks.
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