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Vampiric Sculpter

Sep 11, 2002 \"Sit still darling\" I said as she sat within the chair. My eyes caressed her back as an artist would his canvas. And really, she was my canvas. My fingers held a scalpel within them as would a painter his brush. My eyes wandered over her milky white skin wondering where the first incision should be.
Ah, there it was, the dead center of her back. The perfect place to begin my masterpiece. I knealt down beside her, my wrist gen

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Of God and Cocaine - RevisedAmidst the trappings of neon lust and faux dreams I walked the streets of Los Angeles, eager to find a path leading from this world to the next. A thick concoction consisting of rum and cocaine flowed eagerly through my bloodstream. One drug complementing the other with a stark contrast that imbibed clairty into my soul.
As I passed by a decades old liquor store, it's pink stucko a stark contrast to the rod iron bars that lined it's windows, I couldn't help but notice a slumbering hobo curled upon it's steps. His throat rang with a dreamless, liqour drowned slumber I could hardly remember myself. In his old, cracked fingers sat a Of God and Cocaine - Revised
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Incomplete, of god and cocaineAmidst the trappings of neon and lust I walked the streets of Los Angeles, eager to find my way out of life. The rum and cocaine mixed well in my brain as I looked down at some bum holding a, “Why lie, need beer sign.”
He asked me if I could spare some change. He had good grammar, so why not, it better than I could say for myself. “God bless you.” He said enthusiastically as I slipped a couple of bills into his coffee cup. I paused for a moment and thought to myself, “God, huh, what of God?” I honestly find it hard to believe that people -really- believe in God; Yesterday on the news I saw some story about a three year old Incomplete, of god and cocaine
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Of Freeways and Famedrugged delusions of love land slides of lost hope and tragedy demons consume her with sounds of the freeway answering her beck and call fortunes amidst fog lights and v8's dancing on the smog embelished road she calls his name as she embraces the semi break lights and with one action she's famous her face echoing through across the eleven o'clock news answers come in darkness and death kisses her icen lips with the reaper comes rest and solitude sleep now josephine rest in peace josephine he loves you he loves you josephine Of Freeways and Fame
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Reflections of a WriterHabitually watching the blades of my ceiling fan spin, I couldn’t help but think this was all too routine. Every night for the past year it’s been the same thing, lie in bed for four or five hours and watch the fan as I try to sleep. Then, after my eyes have gone dry and my mind numb, I decide to go out on the stoop for a smoke. Tonight wasn’t any different. Slipping out of the sweat drenched bed I grab my pack of smokes from the night stand and make my way out the front door.
The air seemed stagnant tonight for some reason, like it’d been hanging there for a couple of days. As I looked up at the smog en Reflections of a Writer
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Tod’s a mute, it doesn’t matter why. It doesn’t matter why, but Tod’s a mute. He sometimes wants the world to spin so fast that he’s on the other side and he’s singing, he’s singing so loud that the crows in the rooftops stop their noise because there isn’t any point because no-one’s listening, because they’re all listening to Tod. God stops to hear Tod sing. But Tod can’t sing, not at the rate this world spins. He can’t sing.
Tod starts to paint. Starts in his room at the sound of the door, but the sound’s only so loud because it never comes from his mouth the way we sometimes surprise ourselves with words we never The Curvature Of Oh
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Christ...

Fri Dec 8, 2006, 6:37 PM

Christ was I ever angsty and whiney a few years back. Anyways, an update. Hopefully I'll actually start checking this more often and add some new content. Been pretty busy the last year, working my ass off and what not. Just registered for classes again, which I'm pretty fuckin' stoked about. This time around I'm goin' for liberal arts, though I'm going to try to gear my classes towards writing and business.

Here's for things workin' out. Cheers.

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Mood: Content
Listening to: Tool - Parabola
Playing: Mage: The Ascension
Eating: Does smoking count?

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Current Residence: Cleveland
Interests: Hmmm. All I do is work, I kinda forgot what an interest was...
Favourite movie: Constantine
Favourite band or musician: Tool, Deftones, A perfect circle
Favourite genre of music: Metal, Industrial
Favourite artist: Maynard James Keenan
Favourite poet or writer: Hmmm, I've gotten into a few books and what not recently. But I wouldn't quite say I had a favorite.
Favourite photographer: Don't really have one, don't pay much attention to photography/.
Favourite style of art: Anything talented, really...
Operating System: Xp, for the moment. Preffer 2k. Think I might try Linux soon
MP3 player of choice: WinAmp
Shell of choice: Contented
Favourite game: Eh, too detailed to go into. Totally a computer game junkie.
Favourite gaming platform: Puter
Favourite cartoon character: Zim
Personal Quote: Fighting for peace is like F'ing for virginity.
Tools of the Trade: Actual paper and a pen, but it's always such a bitch to get it into another medium.

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~thereapersshadow Dec 8, 2006, 6:15:30 PM

Anyways, if you see them listed as hidden, rather than not being there, shoot me a messege so I can find some way to fix it.

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Fighting for peace is like F'in for virginity
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~thereapersshadow Dec 8, 2006, 6:13:44 PM

Don't take offense to me hiding the comments. Just sort of cleaning up. Most of them were from '04 (Can you tell how often I use this thing?) so I took the liberty of hiding them in an attempt to 'start fresh'. So, yeah, don't get all butt hurt about it, nothin' personal.

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Fighting for peace is like F'in for virginity
*bevelled-edge
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`demonlight Nov 8, 2004, 7:28:26 AM

'Ello. I classify you as a literary deviant. As such, you qualify for a watch, as long as you respond. I am trying to round up as many writers as possible, because we simply don't get enough recognition. So we will have to give each other recognition instead. So if you comment me, I'll do the same for you. I make it a matter of pride to leave in depth critiques, and value my DevFriends.

What do you think?

(please note that I am away this week - so it might be a little while before I get back to you)

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A storm is rising.

~thereapersshadow Mar 12, 2004, 6:51:52 AM

Ah well thank you for saying hello. Yes it has quietted down on my page alot...Kinda lost inspiration for a while. But again, i think it's coming back. So we'll see. ^_^

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Fighting for peace is like F'in for virginity
*bevelled-edge
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