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In a NameLabels are restrictive  in the way that they're descriptive.   What I decide to do today  Is only closely related to what I'll do tomorrow.    
I'm not really a liberal  I don't vote.   I'm not a nihilist  I hate reading Nietzche and he wasn't really a nihilist either.   I'm not a hermit  but I do enjoy my me time.   I just can't be a nothing  because it's too hard to define.   To stereotype.   To instantly judge, compare, and conquer.   
The best label for me is my name  given to me by my parents in love  and lineage.& In a Name
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Mirrors of MenAll these men are me, and I am them. I hate them as much as I hate myself and forgive them without uttering a single breath. We share these various faces, come from all kinds of different places, but at the end of the night the roof above our heads is the same. The same looming ceiling, the same lonely walls, the same vacant hallways crisscross our abodes, mapping out the same day-in-day-out. Some maps are more complicated, but they all lead to the same place.  
 
Here. Mirrors of Men
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Insomnia VHates to sleep  Patiently waits for relief  Lifestyle of denial  There's nothing wrong with me  Nothing worth noticing   
Nothing worth taking  The time to define  I've already told you a thousand times  I'm fine.    
I've spent twenty some years trying to figure it out  What makes you think it'll be different now?  I don't like the way your words fit in my mouth  They feel like I'm losing, like I'm giving up somehow.   
So I'll sleep  Hateful as I may be to waste my time counting sheep  While the world waits with bated breath for me  To a Insomnia V
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More DistortionI'm fascinated by a past and a future  I didn't seem to fit when I was little,  So instead I waddle through the new truth  Of half-inspired dedication, and still  Desire to take the station as a crazy man.  Let the screams lean to speak and let  The voices in my head cradle me to sleep.   
     "How you doin?"   
 
I assume it would be human.  I don't think I could  Handle a deer head on the mantle spitting me a sample  Of the National Anthem, his own distorted version of  The Star Spangled Banner.   
The Banter is something I ca More Distortion
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The blank canvas—the wall of the young woman’s room—was in front of Stacey, waiting to be filled with colors upon colors with her paintbrush. Her goal was to fill the blankness with her world. No, that didn’t mean a yellow sun and a blue sky. It meant what it sounded like. It was her world, not everyone else’s.   
The girl dipped her paintbrush into the red paint. “My world starts with a red sun that shines all over the world from morning to night. You can look at it without going blind, and you can see its beauty without the constant worry of losing your sight.”   
Stacey cleaned off the
Paper Flowers
by *nikkynikki

Another excellently paced piece. Time and care are obviously taken with the details of the artist, from the action to the internal reve...

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All the other kids had cute little puppies as pets. Some little girls had fuzzy kittens squirming in their arms. Others held goldfish bowls in their careful hands, making sure that the fish inside was going to stay inside the water. Birds squawked from their perch on the owner’s shoulder or arm. Hamsters, mice, or other rodents were squeaking in their cages. Today was a special day in the kindergarten room of Ms. Jones. She allowed all of her students with pets to bring them to school to show them off to the rest of the class. Those who didn’t have pets were allowed to bring anything else that they wanted to. No one felt left out to
Show-and-Tell
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I think zombies are a bit passé these days, which drove down the impact. It was a humorous piece, rife with kindergarten innocence...

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Well, at least it’s quiet in the apartment again and I can enjoy the peace. I can watch TV in the kitchen again, she never liked it in there much. I must admit, since she took it all, this apartment wasn’t really all that stuffy. It’s actually quite spacious and roomy. Me, my couch, and the cat…wait the cats gone too. So me, the couch, and a few things every guy needs. Huh, I never figured that I’d be so happy that the AC doesn’t work on a night like this. Well, at least I’ll have to be more spontaneous and change up my routine, we’ll what my next boss wants.   
I never expected the flash to b
My Rose Garden
by *Singent

The idea swaps from the obvious, supposedly, and takes a sharp left turn to something extremely interesting. The main fault I find in t...

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You have scribed your words,  wealthy wreaths of wisdom,  on paper never torn or worn.  You have etched your passions  on my brow.   
You have left this wallowed world  victorious; eyes resplendent  with the wisdom you wrote and wrought.  Your passions shall echo in my ears  unto eternity.   
And should I stray into some  sullen storm, or get caught in  
the torrents of the monsoon, I’ll know  
that Lear’s been there before, and  
I’ll not swoon.   
And if Hades’ doors open up  before my stranded soul, and scorch  it with th
A Legacy of Wisdom
by *Leurindal

To start this critique, I think I'll mention the precedence. Daily Deviation, positive critiques. I didn't even scroll to the...

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Memoranda

Memoranda Pt. 5: HesitationAm I settling like my father did?  Taking logical steps with the best I can get?   
The things that mean enough to me to make me feel this  
way are actions that you take without knowledge of the  consequence.  We don't know each other, our pasts are  guarded and secure, played close to the vest until some-  thing upsets our need for nothing more than names  exchanged, perhaps a handshake after I walk you to the  door.  The things that I need I can't tell you, they have to  be honestly you.  It would have to be something that  already functioned before we wer Memoranda Pt. 5: Hesitation
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Memoranda Pt. 4: The ReasonShe hasn't said:  "No!"  "I  don't  understand."   
The hesitations of High School have been dispelled.  There  isn't the inherent embarrassment with mentions of the crude  or sexual.  That's why we went over to the table in first  
place, and everybody playing that night knew it.  There were  no illusions that we were a few nice guys looking to blow  our money on some casual conversation.  This generation  is about sex and as much as you can get.  We each bit  off more than we knew, if not more than we each could  independe Memoranda Pt. 4: The Reason
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Memoranda Pt. 3: The DesireIt means more than it normally might  In a tango of an ordinary type  The dance is prancing punctuated by pause  Paranoid to go far without obvious cause  Patiently waiting with eyes on the prize  Earning and learning how you feel deep inside  Consummation, true, in no way colloquial  Honest, rewarded, exchanged  No conquest, no chains   
She'll never ask again.  If I know anything, she'll never ask  
to see my soul again.  She'll wait to be paid a gracious  homage, respectful and reserved of the precious place she  peeked.  I wonder if that counten Memoranda Pt. 3: The Desire
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Memoranda Pt. 2:Take My HandThis pearl I have here in my hand  Shows me as a fishing man  It shows what I can do   
This knife I have here in my hand  Shows me as a hunting man  It shows what I can do   
This gun I have here in my hand  Shows me as a warring man  It shows what I can do   
This heart I have here in my hand  Shows me as a loving man  It shows that I love you Memoranda Pt. 2:Take My Hand
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Memoranda Pt. 1: His storyAm I settling like my father did?  Taking logical steps with the best I can get?            They never got a divorce, but the muffled shouts still shook me from my childhood slumber.  I would lie wide awake and wonder, staring at the golden beam of light beneath my door.  The hallway light stayed on at night after my terrors began.   
 
 
I screamed at the same time every night.The intro music to Night Court would be coming from the tiny speakers of my parents' panasonic, the two of them tucked in and cozy, hoping tonight might be different.&nb Memoranda Pt. 1: His story
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Doystoy ThinkingHe's passed out next to me, thinking he awake thinking he's thinking about sleeping. Too much thinking there, I know, and that's why I'm the one watching and not the one sleeping. Doystoy Thinking
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Memoranda Pt. 6: Fresh and Raw                I'm thinking about her,        I'm trying to drudge up the feeling  That remarkability to miss someone truly.                                The pit                               that sits    &n Memoranda Pt. 6: Fresh and Raw
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Memoranda Pt. 7: Perched DevilThese words speak the tongue of both kinds of devil   
There is one kind high  On my shoulder that sits  And whispers wit to me,  Pleasantly perched  To explain to me  The vast and awesome  Changing possibility  That lies  Without  The ties  I'm trying to tie  While the other sits over my second shoulder  Professing the virtues  Of the first few years of marriage  In that macroscopic sense. Memoranda Pt. 7: Perched Devil
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Don't Hold My HandMy hand is bare on  The rock next to you.  While sitting there  I have a thought.  You have it too.  It's enough for us.  An urge, a wanting.  Free of necessity.  Free of a taunting society. Don't Hold My Hand
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7 deviants said I like to consider the universal ramifications of seemingly unrelated questions.
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Just something to fill the time

Sun Nov 1, 2009, 9:18 PM
I've been gone for a while

I noticed I hadn't said something jounalistically permenant in nearly a yer, and since I had started a new crusade I figured now is as good a time as any.



This is more of a bulletin board.






You've come to see what I've done, and likely because I've already looked at you, and you're confused by my wandering and here to see what I'm all about.




Freshness in the culture. That doesn't exclude myself, more of a lead by example. I critique you, you critique me. We all improve in the meantime. I comment on you, you comment on me. It's a community thing.




I'm also pursuing publishing, so anyone with questions feel free to ask. My experience is low at this moment, but my tenacity lends me to sending pieces to anyone with an email address. Not worth trying if you're convinced they won't like you before they meet you. Why not. I like to consider that I'm already declined and only potentially making progress. It's gotta start somewhere.




Hey, quiet thanks to dA. Without you, who knows. Thanks to the years of readers. You know who you are. Much love.

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  • Listening to: The Mars Volta
  • Reading: dA ad nauseum
  • Watching: Lucky Number Slevin
  • Playing: Assassin's Creed
  • Eating: Food that's so bad for me
  • Drinking: Mostly water

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  • Current Residence: Connecticut
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  • Interests: anything with a classic cool
  • Favourite movie: Memento
  • Favourite band or musician: Static-X, Aesop Rock
  • Favourite genre of music: Trip-hop
  • Favourite artist: Van Goh, Nick Stedman, Ben Tolman, Allegra Lockstadt
  • Favourite poet or writer: Douglas Adams, Phillip K. Dick, Chuck Palahniuk
  • Favourite photographer: Brittany Beaman, Paul Scharf
  • Favourite style of art: poet, unfortunately otherwise untalented
  • MP3 player of choice: somebody stole her...
  • Favourite game: Psychonauts
  • Favourite gaming platform: Xbox 360
  • Favourite cartoon character: Underdog
  • Personal Quote: A man without a vice is a boy
  • Tools of the Trade: Drugs, blood, love.

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~Vermillion-Shadows Nov 6, 2009, 10:14:56 PM
of course.

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what the GLOVE COMPARTMENT?!? This shit is ORANGES.
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=shufflng Nov 6, 2009, 6:26:52 PM
Thx duder.

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Pick and choose who to spare and dare to tell the truth.
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~Vermillion-Shadows Nov 6, 2009, 4:45:30 PM
Hello there random deviant, just dropping in to remind you that RAPTORJESUS LOVES YOU.

OMGWTFBBQ

I find rapture in polluting the most grammatically correct and deeply literately engorged pages with my senseless vulgar comments.

kbai C:

nice gallery, by thee way.

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what the GLOVE COMPARTMENT?!? This shit is ORANGES.
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~iLISI May 28, 2009, 5:33:52 PM
well

in that case i am contented

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng May 28, 2009, 11:14:42 AM
then you didn't miss anything. that's the most succinct description i've ever received.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~iLISI May 27, 2009, 8:15:09 PM
something

a little comforting,
a little lonely

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng May 27, 2009, 4:00:27 PM
it depends on what you were looking for.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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*AllyAnimeMaddness May 26, 2009, 10:54:33 AM
Happy Random deviant Week!!:community:
By the way, You have a really interesting Gallery!!

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Not only am I Random sir, your left eyebrow told me your toes happen to be Republicans......So GOOD-DAY to you!!

Everyone knows that Irish deviantARTISTS are the BEST!!!!

Giant Man Eating Marshmellows - [link]
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~iLISI May 25, 2009, 7:49:00 PM
...i think i missed something here.

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng May 25, 2009, 4:04:52 PM
I'm sure it was. And hopefully the people who watch me will appreciate it as much as I did.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~iLISI May 25, 2009, 3:09:45 PM
good (:
it almost sounded as though you were putting yourself in a separate category from the artists you support.

thank you
that piece was difficult to write

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng May 25, 2009, 3:00:38 PM
I take full credit. I am an artist. I'm constantly running around looking for beauty. By the way, your ragdoll piece was beautiful.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~iLISI May 25, 2009, 2:57:37 PM
you are more like an artist
than you give yourself credit for,
i think

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng May 25, 2009, 2:44:35 PM
How inquisitive. I suppose I've been asking for it. I like to support art, I like to relate to people at whatever distance required, rather than be satisfied with my surroundings. I've been communicating with artists from around the world for many years now because that's what makes me feel good. This is as good as I can get, as familiar I can be with people, with you, since here I can live as a ghost, a memory.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~iLISI May 25, 2009, 2:23:02 PM
well

what's another?

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng May 25, 2009, 2:21:34 PM
That's one word for it. Or two, adverb included.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~iLISI May 25, 2009, 2:11:48 PM
sounds rather lonely

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng May 25, 2009, 12:15:11 PM
That's what I'm for.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~iLISI May 25, 2009, 5:29:02 AM
hmmmmmmmm

thank you for reading (:

you made me think
(which is not always a bad thing)

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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~iLISI Feb 13, 2009, 5:18:13 PM
why thank you,kind sir.

(:

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let's play a game called you pretend i am an actual poet
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=shufflng Jan 26, 2009, 7:28:46 PM
Beauty school. That's new (Independent: Learning beauty from an ipod, that's odd. I'm enjoying the yes and the y'all as we speak.)

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~Atrocity-Exhibition Jan 26, 2009, 7:25:01 PM
Ha, I often feel the same way. Then again I'm in beauty school.
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=shufflng Jan 26, 2009, 7:22:13 PM
He and his brethren made me the poet I am. I've learned more from my ipod than I ever did from scholastics.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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~Atrocity-Exhibition Jan 26, 2009, 7:16:07 PM
I see you like Aesop Rock. Good game sir.
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=shufflng Jan 26, 2009, 6:58:42 PM
Here's the connundrum that initailly caused my prior response. You've heard the pattern before; how can you believe I'm not a liar if I'm lying when I say I'm not a liar. That's why I recommended the collection of opinions. Make up your own mind about me. I don't lie. I've heard honesty to fault. You seem similar, plus no pulling punches. I respect that.

Just test the tone, man. I'm a poet. I will always sound sincere.

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I can't get lost, I don't know why..
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