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- Deviant of Many Talents
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- Deviant since Mar 19, 2006, 5:51 PM
- 13 Deviations
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BlissAutumnGrey Pt. DeuxOn the boy's birthday, all the presents he got only seemed to deflate him more, and he pushed away his piece of cake. The clown, remembering his conversation with the Elder, spoke then to the boy. "Here, another gift." A box offered to the boy. He took it with indifference, and opened it to find a stone key. The clown, the cook, and the magician watched the boy apprehensively. Slowly, the boy's face changed to, not excitement or happiness, but plain curiosity. The clown decided to show him. The clown took the boy away from the center of the palace. After walking between corridors and up and down staircases, the boy spoke. &nBlissAutumnGrey Pt. Deux
in Children's on 9/19/07
BlissAutumnGreyOnce upon a time, there was a boy who lived in a wonderful palace. Here, the boy could have anything he desired, and he could stay up as late as he wanted. He was happy for his first six years. Who wouldn't be, in such a heaven? But in his seventh year, something happened that puzzled everyone. The boy started to seem bored. "Why is he bored?" they all asked each other. The cook didn't know; his food was delicious as ever. The clown didn't know; his act was as funny as ever. But when the magician pulled his rabbit out of his hat, the boy just yawned. They were at a loss for actions. So, after debating amongst themselves about whatBlissAutumnGrey
in Children's on 9/13/07
cageGrasp the gun like the cage grasps the heart. Let it laugh, bubble up from the gut, Breathe from the middle, Bear it lots, bear it little. Flecks tear from the nib, Hear the ink stains sizzle. Hear the beats beat 'dizzle, Hear the beat beat beat humming. Got a heart-bass-drum drumming. Got your body pumping, Got your senses running Down the stairs to the no light, Beat up lions 'til they bite. Watch TV. Drown stones. Break in. Break bones. Pin bones, feet bone, Sticks and stones, nigger-hoes. Jefferson obsolete, Break bones,cage
in Spoken Word on 7/22/07
ballsin Books/Novels on 7/15/07
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The Curvature Of OhThe Curvature Of Oh
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
by ~fauxgravity
Butterfly trapsWe caught butterflies in our eyelashes that night Long woven traps of fraud intricacies They were so beautiful The way the sweat, the heat of the night glistened off their lightly dusted wings.Butterfly traps
The skies played symphonies in our heads The constellations we traced in the grass The blank slates lying in our fingertips waiting to be drawn Maps lying up and down our legs
We sailed in the red waters, tasting the murky fog weaving through our hair between interlocked fingers through the tear ducts of our eyes came the sharp taste on the tip of your tongue. &
by =LittleLottexo
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ContentDevious Information
- Current Residence: Somewhere
- Interests: I find it hard to interest myself.
- Favourite movie: Amelie
- Favourite band or musician: Modest Mouse, Yann Tiersen, Miles Davis, John Coltrane
- Favourite genre of music: (Prog) Rock. Jazz. Blues. Some rap.
- Favourite artist: God, if she's up there.
- Favourite poet or writer: Saul Williams
- Favourite style of art: Shit.
- Operating System: Mac
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Favourite game: Pokémon
- Favourite gaming platform: Wii
- Personal Quote: Hi. My name's David.
- Tools of the Trade: Mind and heart.
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Devious Comments
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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."
Super angsty hero of supreme megness, as dubbed by German antichrist jesuit cannibal god!
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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."
Super angsty hero of supreme megness, as dubbed by mister german antichrist jesuit cannibal god
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you like krabby patties, don't you, squidward?
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A German Antichrist Jesuit cannibal god!
Chrono Corps Member # 14
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you were laying on the carpet
like you're satin in a coffin.
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"Sans toi, les émotions d'aujourd'hui ne seraient que la peau morte des émotions d'autrefois."
yeahhh...
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A German Antichrist Jesuit cannibal god!
Chrono Corps Member # 14
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you like krabby patties, don't you, squidward?
Hahahha wow I'm cool.
Another one in the "series" if you will
"Fuck you, buckle my shoe"
Yeah I'm tired.
Peace
Kate
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well..there must be
yeah, that's it.
D:
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you like krabby patties, don't you, squidward?
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♥ Cally
death wore chinchilla.
: <- website.
avatar by *candysores, thanks!
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you like krabby patties, don't you, squidward?
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When you're hurt and scared for so long, the fear and pain turn to hate and the hate starts to change the world.
Hah...
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