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About Me Premium Member Model B.Alice KenningFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 11 Months
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Reach for the Ground

Eyes Like Alice

Words

I do not love youI tried to make myself upset  by subjecting myself to  sad songs and pictures  that make me want to cry  because I find  when I allow the sorrow to wash over me  in waves and shallows  my letters flow like blood within  my fingertips  and roses bloom from the  pixelated imaginary ink.  I can feel the anguish  sweep down my arms,  feel it inject itself into my bones,  and i rejoice  as my words finally take shape,  locution rears its lovely head,  and i can speak again.   
I only wish i had something i could tell you  that was worth you taking t I do not love you
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08-09There’s brass at my feet,  Tidbits of (what)(who) used to be  The running never stopped,  Each carefully calculated step made no difference  In the long run  All the manufactured energy in the world  Couldn’t have prepared us for this minefield.  I was once a dashing explorer,  I once traveled with a circus,  And once I fought with a masked man  And saved a nation.  I can remember,  In the back of my mind  The memory of perfectly creased black wool  I can see the salute,  A wave goodbye to a four year term.  The drums have stopped,  The bugle is fin 08-09
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Poetry
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Entry No.1if home were just  a place where the young grew     old and men lay within the legs  of their lovers and the breasts of their  friends, ticking time bombs  cock the safety back with the  wings of      yellow birds with black  beaks  then surrender would be just a second hand  that would never die   
 
i have begun to wonder  where is is that my words  come from -- inspiration is the  key to humanity but no doubt the  history books will read it backwards  (perhaps i'll later find it wise to question  nothing an Entry No.1
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Black Friday

Journal Entry: Fri Nov 27, 2009, 8:00 PM
Today I wrote an essay for English 100.
That was a lie. I still haven't finished.
This journal, actually, is probably just another
back road to get lost in the deserts of procrastination.
I diverted from the highway a while ago
and now I'm not sure I'll ever find my way back.
Especially not with Neil Patrick Harris and Nathan Fillion
in the backseat singing and arguing the way they are.

Today I woke up at four in the morning for Black Friday.
Then I promptly fell back asleep, woke up at seven thirty and
was out the door by eight to catch the early morning deals.

Today I thought of a thousand ways how NOT to get around
to writing my essay. It's at 532 words but I need it to be a thousand.
I guess it's a good thing that I'm still in the introduction.
By God I am long winded.

If only my professor would accept essays written
in poetry form.

I would pwn.
Oh how I would pwn.

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  • Listening to: Viral Harlequin
  • Reading: History of the World Pt 2
  • Watching: Eyelids
  • Playing: Mind games
  • Eating: My words
  • Drinking: Diet Coke
Skin by `ginkgografix

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Where the Sidewalk Ends
  • Favourite band or musician: Alphonz Anonymous, AFP, detektivbyran
  • Favourite poet or writer: ee cummings pat conroy mark zusak courtney rogers elias sanchez
  • Favourite style of art: the written word
  • Personal Quote: And if I took a 9 mil to my head they'd find words splayed on my walls.

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In the skies; day and night,  As the Sun goes down- they unite.   
She rose up from her bed and approached the window: slow and pensive. Pulling the curtains apart, she gazed at the setting sun as the sky started to fade from glorious orange to inky black. She looked down at the buzzing traffic down below- vibrant blurs on a granite canvas. She stepped back and ran her hand through her graying hair and then, closing her eyes, felt her way down to the creases on her brow. Making her way to the dining room she set herself to work.   
For hours she slaved, sneaking occasional peeks at the clock perched on the wall. She l
She Was a Rose
by =Evil-Nj

I'm going to be completely honest and not hold back (so apologies beforehand) I didn't much care for it. The storyline was f...

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A fissure.  And her radiance is drawn  Into the void of  Barrens   
A moment.  And her colors illuminate  The absence of  Sense   
Another.  And her touch vivifies  A world for the  Blind
Sight
by *HarlequinXIV

First I'm going to tell you the bad stuff: Grammatically and punctuationally (though that's not a word, you know what it mea...

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1000 Pageviews
by *HarlequinXIV

Well, I think it's pretty obvious that I think this piece of work is absolute bullshit. First off: your font is bloody horrific. ...

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Sartre said           3 o'clock is  
                        always                too late or early for                      anything  
             you want to do   
But it is  
     
The City: A Love Affair
by *Saldatpravda

I found it invoked the very feelings I get when reading ee cummings. I loved your use of capitalization and punctuation. The only thing...

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=langsam Nov 11, 2009, 9:25:57 PM
hey thanks for lumping on my poem Letter [link]

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*ViralAgent Nov 12, 2009, 2:22:38 PM
Lumping? (I am unfamiliar
with the term)
But all the same
You're welcome :D

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Even that you will wake up is an assumption.
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=langsam Nov 12, 2009, 9:02:09 PM
".. lump in her throat .." lol

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... love that ... runs like sunlight in your veins [John Wyndham]
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*ViralAgent Nov 12, 2009, 9:53:15 PM
Haha!
A little light
bulb went off in my
mind...

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There is nothing in this world that you can count on;
Even that you will wake up is an assumption.
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~Emorly16 Oct 19, 2009, 2:29:47 PM
Thanks for watching my crappy art...
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~nekomata091 Aug 27, 2009, 8:46:51 PM
Hey Lib ^.^

Remember that picture of you I drew in Martin's class long time ago?

It's on my dA profile ^.~

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Hello Friend ^.^

I'm Pitang. I love manga, anime, music, food, and sleep...

I'm also allowing YOUR-PRICE commissions!!!
Feel free to note me ^.^

LOOKIE-LOOKIE!!!!
It's ~TheFAKE-OCT!!!!
I'm a Judge there...
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*Saldatpravda Aug 19, 2009, 1:47:36 PM
Thanks for the fave on I tried. And I hear you on your journal...I know that someday someone will figure out that I have been faking it my entire life and that everything I have done is crap. I think everyone has that.

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-Larry
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*ViralAgent Aug 19, 2009, 8:48:57 PM
Haha! Thanks.
Have you really been faking it, or are you just being nice? Because I'd SO be crushed if it turned out my current literary favorite is full of shit.

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There is nothing in this world that you can count on;
Even that you will wake up is an assumption.
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*Saldatpravda Aug 20, 2009, 4:29:31 AM
No, it's the internal dialogue---that voice that needs duct tape over it's mouth - nagging at me, whispering that I have no idea what I am doing and that people will discover this...that there is no way I (I wish I could capitalize and italicize that - and deliver it in a Daniel Day Lewis voice) could be of the same calibre or in the same league with anyone but Hallmark. But I think it is that self-doubt, that moment of question, that ensures that I remain critical of what I do and don't turn into an ego the size of Hemmingway. :) Esp in re my "real" job as a horse trainer...and I spoke with my trainer about it (he was short listed for the Olympics) and he has the same feeling and the same voice - the scared little child on the inside who still dreams of showing up to school naked.
And...thank you!!! Wow. :hug:

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Support bacteria. They are the only culture most people have.
-Larry
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*ViralAgent Aug 21, 2009, 9:45:33 PM
You're welcome!
I like Hallmark.....haha! Jk! Mostly........
You're a horse trainer? That sounds totally....well, not at all interesting to me, but I'm sure you have tons of fun. And Hemmingway wasn't all THAT bad....he still made amazing work sometimes....

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There is nothing in this world that you can count on;
Even that you will wake up is an assumption.
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