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About Me Member Psychedelic Artist shes-a-vampFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 5 Years
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The Accidentthick alarming red stripe  crossing her chest  a tiremark burn from where the seatbelt  dug deep.  skinsearing friction.   
she's got blue eyes cradling two  swollen bags beneath.  a rasp in her lungs  delirium morphine vomiting  bedpan deadpan  sallowfaced unready halfconscious   
the roaring speeding redmetal face concaved in an instant -  fast glass exploding on wet pavement  burrowed in the raspberry jam gashes in her palms   
boot clacks snap on the ground  fast as fierce eyes darting in the bright sterile white  heart jammed in my neck  i The Accident
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click clack natter natter twoHe dusts his typewriter  Smacking lips and tongue together  Anticipating the  Click clack natter natter humming  of the keys  And the sound  clack natter  of the birth  natter click  of the word. click clack natter natter two
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click clack natterHe dusts his typewriter  Smacking lips and tongue together  Scrubbing keys clean anticipating the  Clicking.  He likes the burn, the sting  When fingers contract to squeeze out  Just one word. click clack natter
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octofyThere is a cephalopod in my living room.   
Not sure how it respirates while its eight legs  Snag and shake, take the wooden artifacts  To break them.  I wonder if it wonders, I wonder if it thinks  While I stare at the seeing slits  Which do not could not possibly  Roll back before it slips into beastly sleep  To contemplate  As I have contemplated. octofy
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The Bourgeoisie

Sat Jan 24, 2009, 10:29 AM
  • Reading: leaves of grass
I'm back backing back into wording it all like I've been wanting to.

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  • Current Residence: a small house on a corner
  • Interests: cleansing the gates of perception.
  • Favourite poet or writer: o whitman, my whitman.
  • Shell of choice: down comforter
  • Tools of the Trade: cracking winter fingers

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=Nimbus9 Apr 20, 2009, 8:48:38 AM
Definitely dig’n your gallery, hope you don’t mind if I watch

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~suitandlye Feb 10, 2009, 9:07:08 PM
If I had the money or the time, I'd be out there in a heartbeat. Metal party included.

Are you still planning that trip back here in a few weeks, or has that since fallen through?

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Tell the one about the man who dug a hole so deep, he lost sight of his word.
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~suitandlye Feb 1, 2009, 1:38:19 AM
Your deviations all suck.

I love you dearly.

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Tell the one about the man who dug a hole so deep, he lost sight of his word.
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=nycterent Jan 24, 2009, 10:27:06 AM
Now you are interesting.
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~Self-Intoxication Apr 9, 2008, 8:22:42 PM
Bukowski is the best.

*_*

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~shes-a-vamp Apr 24, 2008, 7:53:48 PM
agreed. thanks for stopping by. :heart:

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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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Mood: Love *b1gfan Mar 1, 2008, 11:47:56 PM
To the asshole who poured....great great great...hit him again is all i can say.... i want to read about it!
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~shes-a-vamp Mar 7, 2008, 8:54:10 AM
thank you! it was a pretty hilarious moment in my life, because he was a fairly large guy. (but to be fair, he was drunk...)

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i'd love to get inside your head, but i've misplaced my scalpel..
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