I am the riddle in rasp,
the little en dash. With a tinfoil flask,
caterwauling at the impasse:
I am alive, but I do not exist.
I am diner coffee and guitar riffs;
the heroic couplet,
the static cassette;
cigarette stains,
and your only regret.

After a rotund, cross-country road trip, I have quasi-officially decided to write another collection. (Because the last one went so well. Heh. Anyway.) It will document experiences and curiosities, both factual and fictional, from here 'til the midwest has stretched its final sunset across the rolling hills of Hyperion. Buuut, in protection of my copyrights, only first drafts shall be posted - I still request the discreet consultation (critique) from those peers with MSN, however. Let the literary battle begin.

_{P.S.: COCK-JUGGLING THUNDER CUNT}

  

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From now on, I am graphite and film.
Words are contrived.
I feel old and off-kilter.
Apathetic and abrasive.
No one approaches my porch anymore.
No one writes; no one calls.
But I understand each optical utterance.
I am an echo.
That hollow abdominal howl.
I bray and bite and buck and bound.
Right on the brink of an inevitable plateau.
If I think too much, I will perish.
I am tabula rasa.
Tedious and repugnant.
I have a tendency to mistake skill for nobility.
But I am not intimidated by eminence.
I am instead.
Interdimensional.
Instinctively idle.
Inert.
Disingenuous and domestic.
From now on, this is my domain.
Adapt or disappear.
I am sporadic, tornadic activity.
Smitten by simplicity.
Days are cutaneous.
Curtailed by cadaverous tech.
No one expects the doe.
But I worship its oasis of intent.
I am artificial intelligence.
The obvious choice for retrograde.
I have a phosphorescent roar.
That galvanizing force.
From now on, I am game.



That chapbook-thing of mine is still available. Do something about it.



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Some months back, I promised GaioumonBatou to Feature a member of his Thanksgiving Note Project. So! Without further ado, from Part 5, I am pleased to announce FlamingWarsGirl:

Help Wanted
Firesoul Ch. 1
Fireheart Ch. 1

_{(Sorry for bland links - My subbie expired just in time for 2011.)}



That chapbook-thing of mine is still available. Do something about it.

The Zebra Machina is up and running! Rather than clutter Gallery space, I put together an alternative for miscellany delights. Mostly photography for now; art and the true awesome will appear over time.
_{(Note: If you like something enough, request it to dA.)}



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I have a bone to pick, sinew to stitch. First: That chapbook-thing of mine is still available. Do something about it before the New Year.

Recently, a very rare and valuable Robert Louis Stevenson book of mine was consumed by a boorish canine. While the potential money meant nothing (despite economic hardship), the Christmas dedication from 1902 did - And, even though I have no idea whether Josephine Clemment, J. Russel, and Rogent B. were of any importance, my grandparents felt otherwise. I plan to frame the remnants in their honor.



In lighter exploits, please enjoy these:

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aleksandra88 is a veritable master of juxtaposition and atmosphere, matching model with motif as if they came from the same womb. I simply cannot say enough good things about her eye for design (below).

Mature Content

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