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With Apologies to Tom + FranzA man awoke at his desk one hot, sticky evening to discover a small vermin flitting about under the skin on the top of his right hand.With Apologies to Tom + Franz
The rolltop desk was a beastly relic from a generation or two ago; it was made of oak and had small dings on the side and top. A small ring had formed in the right corner where his coffee mug sat; at this point, it was left there as a place marker for any future cups of coffee. A small saucer with a pile of stale cigarette butts had its place in the other corner, and in between the two sat several notebooks with the beginnings to a myriad of original short stories and poems.
He stared
by ~jacobwhitaker
Der Animal RightsPeople will likely shoot from the hip in response, stating flatly they are strongly for the rights of animals. This initial response is often made without a second thought to the meaning of their stance; it is presented as a sympathetic character trait, a likability that makes the girl across the table sneak a simper of complacency and newfound comfort over the lid of her exorbitantly priced coffee. This is a natural response as a result of our immediate assessment upon hearing the term “animal rights”: the abolishment of cruelty. Animal cruelty recalls to our minds visions of blood-soaked tundras as evil, potentially soulless, crimDer Animal Rights
by ~jacobwhitaker
With Apologies to Kurt.this girl was selfish. she drank and snorted; fucked and cried. desire had faded, refusing love, compassion and dignity.-- she lit a smoke,With Apologies to Kurt.
and fell asleep. no one called for help.
So it goes.
by ~jacobwhitaker
an old woman opensan old woman opens an enormous jigsaw puzzle some pieces don't fit, but soon she places with an expert's hand. it is glazed over and hung on a wall above the fireplace. as she passes it is looked upon with reverence.- the time the effort the beauty is never again considered.an old woman opens
by ~jacobwhitaker
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Watercolour paintingHer head was forever swimming with dreams of happiness, snapshots of moments pictured in fairytales.Watercolour painting
The wind swept through her hair, occasionally encountering a tangle that had been ignored. Recently, the wind had become somewhat of an attachment to her; an extension of her thoughts that she was yet to acknowledge. She found herself framed by the surroundings that had become so familiar to her, she gained a sense of comfort from the log that seemed to mould itself around her body as she she sat and watched the leaves moves in rhythm with the wind; she often found herself thinking about how short lived the life cycle of a
by ~snow-white-x
What I Found on Wooden SlabsGraffiti. Most notably "Class of '64" etchedWhat I Found on Wooden Slabs
into one forlorn corner, "September 10, '79 / Marc was here"
penciled on another, and one more which just said "1988" -- generations whispering amongst themselves in lewd remarks scrawled thick with purple permanent marker.
A remarkably correct sketch
of Fred Flintstone, winking, I think, at me, or at something beyond.
A swastika, a swastika, a large swastika, which was crossed out and connected to an arrow pointing towards "CHRIST WOULD NOT DRAW THIS!" scribbled on the edge.
by ~ashellessmind
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| I read books. I write about what I read. Then, I read more about what I have written. I'm like the Ouroboros, but with less symbolism for life and more eating of my own shit. |
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- Interests: Reading, writing, mocking the works of others while wishing I had the balls to do the same, tutoring
- Favourite movie: Road House
- Favourite band or musician: Streetlight Manifesto
- Favourite poet or writer: Kafka, Cummings, Bukowski
- Operating System: OS X 10.5.7
- Favourite game: Mega Man 2, Xenogears
- Favourite cartoon character: Brendon Small
- Tools of the Trade: Moleskine notebook, black pen
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