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A View From The Acacia

An antelope accoutred with chiseled bones to the chest,
Sidesteps through the hallway,

Blending its stripes with wall shadows cast by
Zebras in the cubicles, typing warfare from floor to ceiling,
Their hooves slicked with knives,
And Hornbills with glistening scissor wings waft through

Gunpowder papers and grenadier staplers,
And the Antelope sidesteps;
All in the jungle to serve the Lion who is
Afraid of the Hunter, all mask and whispered rifle.

All their arms to sleep when the Hunter falls,

But t

Whaaa?
I guess this looks about right up here.

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Horizon's WakeYou are worse, still! than the (echo)es from glass; which at the very least
catches the unceremonious dancer itself on top of melting wax,
whom you steal away from, and with all your hugging and sliding, curling and holding, you are quite formidable in the obscurity you weild like a Spartan's aid. Yet you bow to the dancer, not daring to feels its licks, and stumble (!) further still from slumber's ender. But to that you even cling, a reminder of your mass, and for all that you swallow for your own sake, no wispy proof can stand against the Horizon's Wake
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drinking ice

              from the wheel                       bleed my hands
splinters                                             & drinking ice
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A Paint of SpitAre we not like paints?

                  Are there not countless rows upon rows of shades and colours?
       Can we not be brushed, splattered, like vocal cords of red and blue

                                whispering

               A Paint of Spit
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Ephemeral TwilightHow strange,
                    a wind -
                                               carved from so many sewn skies,
                              Ephemeral Twilight
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Where's there?

Sat Dec 22, 2007, 5:51 PM

Where was I born? I don't think there was a time or place, only an identity placed together with every breath, from pictures of pictures of the need for comfort. As if the primal need for such a place pieces together a womb where you could retreat to. Only sometimes the womb isn't safe, but instead a place of fierceness, one that beats and sings and hunts and smells and sees.

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Mood: Tired
Listening to: You.
Reading: A bunch of books from the library.
Watching: My screen.
Playing: Nada.
Eating: Nothing.
Drinking: Sounds from the outside.

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Current Residence: It depends on my mood.
Interests: Having a good drink in the arms of some good company; outings, cafe readings, my violin, my friends.
Favourite movie: Depends on my mood. Constant ones: Ghost World, Pleasantville, Across The Universe, Trainspotting.
Favourite band or musician: It changes a lot; Tori Amos, Leonard Cohen, Franz Ferdinand, Dillinger Escape Plan, U2 are constant.
Favourite genre of music: Thinking in genres only makes boundaries.
Favourite artist: Don't have one. Notables: Sophie Calle, and some others.
Favourite poet or writer: You guys are dead set on boundaries, aren't you? John Keats, Mark Z. Danielewski, Douglas Coupl
Favourite photographer: Vera Pashkevich, Man Ray, and some others I can't remember by name.
Favourite style of art: Black and white photography, but anything with lush colours and bursting heart grabs me.
Operating System: Windows XP
MP3 player of choice: You got me.
Shell of choice: The one that keeps me safe.
Wallpaper of choice: Light blue with white stripes.
Skin of choice: Mine; this is my skin, and no one gets in.
Favourite game: The one where you dance, but never alone.
Favourite gaming platform: I don't really care.
Favourite cartoon character: Mrs. Brisby.
Personal Quote: "You've seen me more naked than I am with my clothes off."
Tools of the Trade: Quick wit, sense of humor, an open heart, and durable hands.

Website: http://www.whatthefuckIdonthaveone.com
Email: nothere@noteme.com
AIM: Let it die.
MSN: Note me...this one shouldn't die yet.
Yahoo: Let it die.
Skype: Let it live for god's sake! ...but note me.

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~totipotent Apr 17, 2009, 2:01:41 PM

Irl friend of *ColdContactKiss, and she's usually got the goods on who's actually got talent on this site -- checked out your gallery, and I must say, sir, it's a find.

Trying to reaquaint myself with dA, so, I need more friends. :]

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~Classical-Poses Apr 26, 2009, 1:29:48 PM

Why thank you!

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I'm a lover, but love's a chemical and I was never much of a chemist.

*EatingMyOwnFears Oct 10, 2008, 8:49:51 PM

HEY! Was on MSN the other night - you weren't! Any more idea about Zombies??

I have ideas for the transition from human to Z!

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*EatingMyOwnFears Sep 29, 2008, 6:02:03 AM

SO, here's my idea...

yoiu mentioned interest in a 'group project.' What if you read through my stuff and see if something sparks your interest?
But then, it doesn't have to be with me.
Thing is, you have to do it with the right person. If they respond, they need to be mature enough to put your name/link on their page. Heh. I tried to start it with someone else and they did seem excited about it, she didn't/wouldn't/couldn't put my name in her remarks.

I'm rambling. But I think you get the idea.

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