That was stupid of meI just want to be there when I die. Can you take me? You don't even have to pull the trigger.
(why can't I deselect this damn stupid mood icon.)
Newest Deviations
AtimiaWe the newly freed, we the oppressed, the ruins of the Trojan household, the Pompeiian lares who watched the towers fall and felt only our feminine stomachs rotate in our torsos, and our hearts become numb and lovely, like a witches' teat. We the masculine Hestias chained to the shifting altars, our weighty cuckold's horns bowing our heads to face the nuptial bed:Atimia
we are not tools to build a life with; we still have the vestiges of faces. You vandals, scantily clad in you blindfolds, did not count on our newfound power; the human eye married to the cracked ha
by ~AirshipDreamer99
I Am SorryI do not have room to apologize because I am trying not to feel guilty. I am not about to admit anything, and the blue shoals of my arguments lap out from me like a coral reef.I Am Sorry
So every time you sent a envoy in, one of my calciferous sentences pierced its hull, laid the back of its hands across your cheek again. And I am trying to apologize,
but I have never had the room: I branch and multiply.
my fractal spines grow through the door, I cannot get out. You have given up sending envoys in, their broken ships rock on the radiating tides.
I am the Caliban of my loc
by ~AirshipDreamer99
Artemis at EphesusWatching your mutilating phases; fifteen hands; a span abroad your shoulders rotate with the gutter-squeal of stone on slicking stone. Your legsArtemis at Ephesus
are futurismic radii, the moment of the first collects the moment of the next and so on so
you wear the basalt skirt, cylindrical with age; so each jaw of your Platonic faces clacks open on its armature, each articulated billion bearing catabolic teeth.
They keep you hidden, like a stadium lion. You writhe and vibrate through the basement lattices until they lead you out with weapons, crystalline
by ~AirshipDreamer99
As Awesome As The Say It IsNot cherubic but cherubim, do not underestimate the importanceAs Awesome As The Say It Is
of that trailing suffix, like a blade turning every which way at the end of each sentence describing her. She is not soft and feathered like the other infants but bloody-faced, accusing. Her tongue is unused to the stupid syllables of her parents babel,
and when she complains it is not the petulant whining of a little girl but the flaming sword of that old testament plural, the stern rebuke of one of God's Own, who could dismantle her father in a second, could destroy her mother with a word.
by ~AirshipDreamer99
Random Favourites
numericalthe wolves came fornumerical
our accents -cadent
crudely grown lust, languid and lush .hiding a lisp.
a count(ed) -ess
amalgamation of liquid lace and 3 coins (baht,
which
we
bartered)
i have lettered wrists, and the eyes of counter-fits
(b/p)ent insid(e/i)ous
by ~gedwaylem
cyclic cubethe eyes of summer- hospital scaffolding lining your mouth.cyclic cube
the hands of winter- reeking of fur-lined innocence.
(my bitten lip and your wishbone windows make a great team.)
the wrists of spring- the spoon, hangs around my neck, a water(marked) line.
my hat at my hip like the flask- i returned.
circles on our back.
autumn was Absent
by ~gedwaylem
MaliceHe looks once, One time is not enough Looks twice and won't satisfy Could look foreverMalice
During a lifetime
The eyes,
big Black eyes, deep Lips Lips wet in red And the curves, oh God The curves. Dire need of approaching To contemplate the beauty Funny if not confusing Whilst she knows she's been glanced Does she likes or feel afraid? The silver in her arms And the lust in my hands
by ~Miretank
SadnessdeviantID
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Slightly Less Shitty Dorm
- deviantWEAR sizing preference: LARGE
- Print preference: ALSO LARGE. LARGER IF POSSIBLE
- Interests: Women, Booze, Acid, Poetry, Science, Theater
- Favourite movie: There Will Be Blood, Blade Runner, Tron, Be Kind Rewind
- Favourite band or musician: Metric. Right now. Because I am a pussy
- Favourite genre of music: Anything made by machines
- Favourite artist: Let's say Goya
- Favourite poet or writer: Sappho, Seamus Heaney, Yusef Komunyakaa, Jeanette Winterson
- Favourite photographer: well shit
- Favourite style of art: The kind that doesn't get the artist laid
- Operating System: CrunchEEE
- MP3 player of choice: iPod (hey, shut up)
- Shell of choice: Bash. Wait, is that what we're asking? Does anyone actually use a different one?
- Wallpaper of choice: The Hubble UDF
- Skin of choice: we have a choice? I've kept the same one for a while now...
- Favourite game: Armageddon Empires
- Favourite gaming platform: Computtaboxes
- Favourite cartoon character: Dr. Rockzo
- Personal Quote: Imagery is overrated
- Tools of the Trade: Caffeine, laptop, nighttime
- Email: milo.russell@purchase.edu
- AIM: Crosseater
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>engage.
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A violation of a statute. Copulation with an android; absolutely against the law, here and on the colony worlds as well...I wish I could do to you what you did to me, he wished. But it can’t be done to an android because they don’t care.
So once again. I really like the way you write. So keep posting here, so I can continue stalking on you.
do you have msn?
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-Infancia® é o estado mental e espiritual onde predominam a pureza e a inocência.-
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-Infancia® é o estado mental e espiritual onde predominam a pureza e a inocência.-
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Hemp + My Etsy Shop = [link]
15,000 Kiriban coming up. Check out my journal for details.
Art Trades ? Notify me.
quote from journal, tue 13 sep : "I also want EVERYONE to look at that as well as 'Illuminate'"
why don't you set it as featured deviation?
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