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Sarah - Status: Member
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- Deviant since Mar 23, 2008, 7:34 PM
Recent Deviations
backseatThe only time we may ever kiss is in the backseat of my thoughts still, kissing you is twice as sweet as the love that I've been taughtbackseat
The only time that I'll see your eyes like the time they were that day Is likely in a vision
that I'll constantly replay
The first time I heard you laugh at my wild observations Was likely in a dream sometime when we had a conversation.
You traipse into my consiousness Living, wanting , needing sometimes I'd rather not wake up to the sound of my heart bleeding
The only time I'll p
in General Romantic Fiction on 3/30/08
for nowFor the moment Your face is only as good as tomorrow so I have to stop clinging to your far away smile before I get too close before you remove that facade of yours scare the shit out of me and I take off running (I won't look back)for now
in Philosophical on 3/30/08
paralysisI live for this feelingparalysis
This trait I hold
A coping mechanism A desire to cling
I hide it well
I hate it
Sometimes it hides from me pacing in a dark cell and no one else can see The source:
insecurity Daughter of immaturity What brought it here? That it may make it's home in me
Life's rhythms their weight on me
chain it let me forget
I plead but cannot just yet
you look into my eyes I lose control
A torrid stream of self ha
in Philosophical on 3/30/08
The vocabulary of survivalismI recognized him in a cloistered room full of confused revolutionaries. It was my first day back on the ground. I had just returned from the wilds. I was the equivalent of a modern day monk, but I was not a vessel for spirit, just for sighs and echoes. My monastery was marked by the whispers of wind through evergreen branches, and the dwarfing of my form against the rocky cliffs, and passes. I had fled the battlefield, a long time ago, to save myself, and I had been alone for over six hundred sunrises since then, wandering and talking to the wilderness. When I could not stand the sound of my own voice any longer, I finally decided to walk theThe vocabulary of survivalism
in Life Stories on 3/30/08
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Devious Information
- Emaildirtysocks65@hotmail.com
- MSNdirtysocks65@hotmail.com
- Current Age: 32
- Current Residence: Regina Saskatchewan Canada
- Interests: A bit of everything.
- Favourite movie: Juno
- Favourite band or musician: Dave Matthews, Dead Kennedys, and everything in between. All jazz musicians.
- Favourite genre of music: punk jazz folk
- Favourite artist: Frida Kahlo, H.R. Geiger,
- Favourite poet or writer: Rushdie, ee cummings
- Favourite photographer: My colleague Collin.
- Favourite style or digital art: surrealism, anything on the outside.
- Operating System: anything other than windows vista.
- MP3 player of choice: I have a phillips. It has a great voice recorder on it.
- Favourite game: Guitar Hero
- Favourite gaming platform: Anything that plays guitar hero, or the oddworld series.
- Favourite cartoon character: Daffy Duck, Daria
- Personal Quote: Repent? Me? Cheek! And besides, I aint sorry for most of it!
- Tools of the Trade: An independently thinking brain with a love of revolution.
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Everybody got mixed feelings
About the function and the form.
Everybody got to deviate from the norm.
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"I am free of all prejudices. I hate everyone equally." – W. C. Fields
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The burden and pressure of human consciousness, that ominous and ludicrous luxury. - Vladimir Nabokov
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Question the obvious, it's the obvious that hides the truth
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If I could tell the story in words, I wouldn't need to lug a camera. --Lewis Hine
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Quand tu te lèves le matin, remercie pour la lumière du jour, pour ta vie et ta force. Remercie pour la nourriture et le bohnuer de vivre. Si tu ne vois pas de raison de remercier, la faute repose en toi même.
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Hugs,
Denise : )
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See you soon
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Be blesssed.
~The Voice ~n~ Poetry
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xo!
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interested in collaborating?
writer, photographer, painter, whatever(er) -
I'll mix with words with anything you've got.
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1. Poop
Usually exits the body through your pooper. Speed, noise and degree of pain may vary depending on what you ate.
”Even the soda at taco bell makes me poop”.
♥ my icon was made for me by =Blackmago
And its a shame what your gov doing with the seals... do somthing , plz
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