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LAST LOGIN: September 08
LAST LOGIN: September 08
I am Ramsey, I come from Georgia. I invented the stethoscope, contray to popular belief. I believe in cosmic energy, but dispel the new age ideas associated with cosmology. Hopefully uniting concepts of theology in general.
I like to use pastels in painting, inks in drawing, and keyboards for writing. I am left-handed so all my writing is generic for the lefties of the world. My ‘A’ looks just like my ‘G’ at times, for that reason I keep my fingers flying across the little blocks with letters painted on them. Poetry is fun, so is everything else that is written, I am not particular.
I enjoy the books of william S. burroughs, whose cut-and-paste style of writing is tedious at times but thoroughly enjoyable in all of its imagery. ...
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At the moment I seem to be having a crisis of negative self reflection. The untamed desire to be in with friends and around people and the feeling and need to be liked or at least thought of is burning deep within my consciousness like a spear made of caustic substances piercing my ego. It helps for me to write out these feelings as they come over me in waves like hangover nausea. A few months ago when Chris came to visit the hill and the Kimber-Jade effect that followed left me with this emo...
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my items are creasing my mouth words have spoken am i correct in thinking you are wrong? the possibilities are ending what doesn't kill you makes you stranger Ding Feng for a Clean Garbo An Epic Weekend around town for tea time unanimous stench organic plastic dance magic dance clean cut cool caution dogstar, I am just chilly. apparently, he deceived us.
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I am scavenging the back rooms of this restaurant.I carry my pack in, as though infiltrating an underground bunker where refugees have dropped their left-over dreams. This is what and how I see: Hooded coats, sweaters, and electrical cords hang loosely off the walls. A partially eaten chicken tender plate lays in wait. There are scattered video tapes and ketchup bottles, A Rubbermaid storage box (What is in it?) X-mas decor? The heads of X-subordinates? Standardized forms, insurance regulatio...
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reality settles in eyelashes stick together feels like I haven't showered angry, disposed, and drymouthed I light a cigarette breath in the liquid smoke spongy lungs dripping mucous familiar and necessary ache legs are a little stiff right knee hurts like a bitch feels like nails stuck through the joints jesus knees, walkin' on water, and stubbed toes i will take a walk
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Her words attempt to transcend the thousands borne from a single image. Unmistakably, her countenance surrenders the mask of a hero; championed by her own cowardice. But what should I say about the printed and painted works of the forgotten others? They are lost among the mountainous boxes of neglect. These unused images are like deciduous forests created by the god of empathetic loneliness. (sad really) Shall we, artists and cats alike, shoulder the absence based solely on the words of the f...
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Answer to question: most likely No, although whats called historical fiction garners a certain level of popularity, I believe most are concerned with self help books and modern style writing. Some of the plain beginnings of this piece reminded me of reading a translation of Candide, and I couldn't help feeling the relationship between the viceroy and Mehmoud was familiar in literature and setting. Generally, though, I find the first two chapters very readable and appealing to fans of loosely ...
sparse alliteration - soul subject, tide-bone beneath - is better than too much. "confidence is/more a trick of/posture than meditation" is sly. The rhythm of this is like daybreak sea waves crashing on your consciousness. Something about fathers and feeling it necessary to give them advice once you become an adult, strikes well with me.
Hey guy, you have some serious spelling and grammar to deal with, use spell check, and is this lyrics or a poem? You don't use necessary punctuation, so its hard to understand the rythm of what you're spittin' Other than that, its got a lot of good potential, its like you want to do a lot for yourself and maybe help or lead people in the future, its also like maybe theres something else growing inside of you that could hurt or destroy others, very scary, Agent Monster.
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