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Profile: Jesse P.Profile: Jesse P.4 years ago in Biography & Memoir More Like This
Name: Jesse P.
Age:22
Favorite Bands: Metallica, Nine Inch Nails, Foo Fighters, Avenged Sevenfold, Powerman 5000, Union Underground, Dragonforce, Elvis Presly, The Offspring, Nirvana.
Hobbies: Writing Lyrics/Music, Drawing Funny Pictures, Altering Photos, Playing Guitar, Playing My Video Games, Annoying Lycan.
Favorite Theme of Art: Creepy, Scary, Humorous, Photo, Pencil.
Personal Email: beltbite@gmail.com
Profession: Editor, Design Artist, Sketcher.
Completed Courses: Multimedia Collaboration, Basic Design, Digital Photography, Basic Drawing.
Programs Knowledge: Adobe InDesign, Adobe Photoshop, Adobe Fireworks, Adobe Flash, Adobe Dre
PhysicalFingertips touch youPhysical10 years ago in General More Like This
Like you touch my spirit
Fingernails strengthen touch
Like you strengthen my heart
Hands hold you close
Like your love binds me
Arms pull you near
Like your eyes, draw me in
Shoulders support you
Like you support my dreams
Chest pillows you
Like you buoy my hopes
Neck shelters you
Like you protect my love
Hair tickles you
Like you tease my eyes
Face confronts you
Like you challenge my mind
Ears hear you
Like you understand my mind
Waist anchors you
Like you hold me firm
Legs bring me to you
Like yours, wrap me close
Feet carry my body
Like your love carries my all
Skin laughs at your
Moonlight SonataMoonlight Sonata7 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
A dark day
I fall to the ground
Knees cut and bleeding
Palms burning
Hair falls over my face
Hiding my discontent
My tears fade with the rain
I can hear my heart
As the rain hits the trees
I close my eyes and remember
Laying on our backs
Looking through the trees
A car drives by,
Splashing water over me
I'm already soaked
As the car drives away
All sounds fade
The Furama Crew's Quote BookThe Furama Crew's Quote Book8 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
"Taekwonese" - the n00b
"Don't most Korean wrestlers have knees?" - ninjaplick
"No, not for me, I like to keep my pants on." - ninjaplick
"She's speaking Canadian!" - dictits
"It's meeeeeltinggg!!!" - everyone
"I didn't even get a dildo!" - someone who didn't get a handle for the shocker game
"Check the white balance" - picald
"Bad guys in star wars are always white British black guys" - dAMPHYR
"Are you a science genius?" - Wack woman to picald
"THE LEAK!!" - everyone
"Is he even a subscriber?" - elitist bitches
"I'm red/purple/green!" - ninjaplick
"I can't feel my teeth" - ninjaplick
"IT'S PORN!" - picald when looking at a card
Wheel CountryWheel Country9 years ago in General Non-Fiction More Like This
Wheel Country
I imagine. I imagine I am hovering just below heaven, looking down on the earth lying quietly in the darkness of its own shadow. Looking down, hidden from the sun, to witness man discontent with the darkness, and his inventing of light. His fires, created or stolen from nature, the consequence of lightning and dryness, the divine manifestation of that singular holiness in the sky, broken off and fallen to earth as power and control, kept and reverently stoked, smoldering slowly in a sacred lacquered box, full of more problems than Pandora's.
I watch as man's fires flicker and expand into the darkness of the unknown, within
The Diary of I.M.HormonalThe Diary of I.M.Hormonal9 years ago in Humor More Like This
The diary of I M Hormonal
So yeah like i kinda fell out of bed this morning (it's a REALLY thin bed) kinda yeah. And like, i wasn't in a good mood (i did fall out of bed) y'see. It kinda all began like.... y'know (getting to the point quickly here), last night where i like... well my girlfriend (well we weren't really going out per say...) is such a whore (not that i'd know of course)...i mean she's my ex now y'know (see previous).
But she sleeps around like (and i found out last night. Tore my heart in two (well not really but it felt like that once the hormones kicked in... except not as painful)) and like, threw it onto the ground (sh
GolemWe remember when you dug us from the riverbank, but we forgive you. The water was cold and the people had need of us.Golem11 months ago in Flash Fiction & Vignettes More Like This
We remember when you divided and shaped us, but we forgive you. We were without form and the people had need of us.
We remember when you put us in flames, but we forgive you. We were soft and the people had need of us.
We recall the day when you sent us against swords. This we forgive. The people had need of us: we would not desert them when foes were near.
We remember when you broke us with hammers. Even this we forgive. The battle was won, and the people had no more need of us.
But though shattered, we remained on the h
dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.5 years ago in Editorial More Like This
The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama.
It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept.
Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy.
But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up.
It's time to take a mo
Exotic PartnersIt was during the second year of our marriage that I realised my wife was a large monitor lizard.Exotic Partners8 years ago in Humor More Like This
It was one of those funny little revelations that creeps up on one over time. I think the first clue came when she decided to hibernate for the three winter months. At first it did not arouse my suspicions. After all I myself enjoyed a lie-in, and had once slept in three whole hours past the alarm - on a weekday! - so I did not think it particularly note-worthy when she tucked herself in at the start of December and remained there until late February. Still, it aroused in me some small seed of doubt - for I had never before known her to go eve
C.O.D. The tattoos, they caught on incredibly fast. I mean, it only took about half a year after the Death-caster came out. That's what the press called it, the Death-caster. Anyway, about 6 months after the first televised prediction, these tattoos starting showing up everywhere. It went from fad to craze to routine. Everybody did it. You would get some blood drawn. The machine would quiver a bit and hum. You'd get your paper and you'd go straight to the tattoo shop. Pretty much everyone has their cause of death, their C.O.D., tattooed these days. The accepted place to get it became the top of your left arm. Every time you go to check yourC.O.D.6 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Chapter 4:The Story ContinuesChapter 4:The Story Continues8 years ago in Fantasy More Like This
“Ned!”
No answer.
“Ned!”
No answer.
“What’s gone with that boy, I wonder? You NED!”
No answer.
The old woman pulled her spectacles down and looked over them about the room; then she pulled them up and looked out under them. She seldom or never looked through them for so small a thing as a boy, or young man for that matter; they were her state pair, the pride of her heart, and they were built for ‘style,’ not service—she could have seen through a pair of stove lids just as well. She looked perplexed for a moment, and then said, not fiercely, but still loud enough for the street to here:
DA Lightbulb Bandwagon JokeQuestion: How many deviants does it take to ruin a joke on deviantart?DA Lightbulb Bandwagon Joke11 years ago in Humor More Like This
Answer: 237
One to post the joke; 21 to laugh their asses off; 31 to flame the people who thought the joke was funny; 8 to argue over which section it was supposed to be posted in; 3 to find out this joke was just adapted from one of those lightbulb jokes and start a forum thread; 13 to scream rip; 4 to set out to prove the inappropriateness of the joke; 67 to note the admins saying the poster should be banned; 14 to post urls to the original joke; 9 to flame the people who posted the urls because they weren't posted correctly and to post them correctly giving a full 500
ThoughtsThoughts11 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
In the months that I've spent on deviantART, I've met numerous people of all ages and from all walks of life, joined together as a community by a single entity: the love of and for art. It didn't matter whether one was into poetry, wallpapers, 3D abstract images, prose, indyart or freehand; what mattered was the love shared for works that spilled forth from heart, soul and mind.
Many times have I sat in front of my computer screen and cried for no other reason except for the fact that I was, clichéd as it may sound, moved to tears. Some works I understood more than others, and this was because deviantART not only allowed us to share our work
Wonderful tonightThe street light reflects off of our dampened skin.Wonderful tonight8 years ago in Teen More Like This
The rain soaks into my hair and drips down my exposed back.
I'd spent all afternon getting ready.
Styling my hair, painting my nails the purple shade that you love.
It took hours to finally decide on that perfect black-backless dress.
I wanted to be so beautiful for you tonight
With one twist of your arms I was spinning around you.
Under the glow of the street light, your hands kept running down my spine to my lower back- which you know drives me crazy.
When you came to pick me up I made you wait fifteen minutes, not because I wasn't ready I just wanted to tease you. When I saw you
talk to metalk to me9 years ago in Philosophy & Perspectives More Like This
"How can a person be happy all the time? Its a conspericy...im telling you it is,, the government probly puts little microchips in there ears" my only reply to Jordan is that I cant agree" how do you not agree with me, you have proof, com'on look at Taylor, I mean the dude is always wearing a smile on his freakin face, what does he have to be happy about all the time?". The waitress looks at me funny, I bet she's thinking
"What are those kids smoking?" a grin spreads across my face. "What the hell are you smiling at?" really i'm smiling because I made myself laugh but I would never tell Jordan this, "i'm smiling at how smart you are and how
Sweet MagnificentSweet MagnificentSweet Magnificent9 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
With great regret, I cannot, for the stake of my soul, remember how or when my eyes first fell upon such an enigmatic being-- She and those like her, only the fabricated shadow and mimiced caricature of life.
Her manifestation, an imitation of life had the glistening consolidation and unbelievable fantasy one might expect from a machine fashoined from the finest minds science had to offer.
Her, elapsing beauty, more then not decadent, not only decadent, but with degenerate charms as well.
Such a creature was not alone in such jaded behavior, but also those who chose to partake in such lusterless sights, such a fickle s
Humiliation by rapidographHumiliation by rapidograph11 years ago in Humor More Like This
I stumbled half-asleep into the main office like I'd done hundreds of Mondays before, but was suddenly struck speechless by the adorable new receptionist behind the desk.
"Hi there."
I choked on a mouthful of donut. She was a petite brunette with huge turquoise eyes and a natural peach blush to her round face. When she smiled, I swore a cloud of pixie dust swirled around the lobby. Glassy-eyed, I managed a "G-g-g-goo' morngh," or something that resembled a greeting and swallowed hard as I headed to my desk.
My buddy Tim came up to me and whispered hoarsely, "Dude! What do you think?"
"The new girl? Geeze, she's a knockout!"
"You gon
The Future of DeviantART?The Future of DeviantART?8 years ago in Editorial More Like This
Over the course of the last 23 months as a deviant, I've seen some things that most others never get the chance to, and I've seen the highs and lows of the community. I've seen the transfer from version to version with the each new August; I've seen what it's like to be a deviant; I've seen what it's like to wear the staff hat as well; I've even seen being banned. But, I ask you this: Why am I still here? What makes me keep coming back here, and supporting this place so strongly? What it is I'm yet to find properly and define, but I know for sure, it's slowly dwindling away, fading into the distant memories of better times when deviantART was
Being FatBeing Fat10 years ago in General Fiction More Like This
Wrote 2 years ago...but it still holds true, I suppose.
People often say, \"Write what ya know.\" Well, I\'m writing about being fat, because that is most certainly what I know. First of all, if you\'re a guy, you might as well stop reading now, because you have no idea...OK! I am 14 years old, 5\'1\" and I weigh more than I should, I\'m not one of those 105 pound cheerleaders that pull half an inch of skin off their tiny little bodies and talk about how i MUST lose 5 pounds to fit into my Size zero prom dress. No, I wouldnt have that problem A) I'm not a big fan of prom dresses B) I have never been asked to prom, homecoming, turn-a-bout or
The Twenty Peso PictureTwenty pesos.The Twenty Peso Picture6 years ago in Academic Essays More Like This
Roughly equivalent to US 40¢.
It could buy you a fare on a bus and on the train.
A bottle of water.
A pack of breath mints.
It's not really much, but when you're poor and starving, it means not having to sleep on an empty stomach.
It may mean that for another day, you survive.
But when you're really itching to get home on a rush hour, with people jostling you to get to the handful of buses, twenty pesos is not very high on your thinking list. That is, until harsh reality jostles you too.
And that's when I saw him, selling garlands on the street. A thin, frail-looking boy of about seven or eight. Or (one could not re
ugly beautyyou.ugly beauty3 years ago in Emotional More Like This
yes, you.
you're beautiful.
now, now, i know what you're thinking.
you're thinking, "what the hell? not really. i'm fat and i've got these weird zits and this isn't meant for me, this is for someone else."
well, shut the hell up and sit the hell down and listen to my words.
you are fucking gorgeous.
yes, you who have askew teeth.
yes, you who are an inch shorter and thirty pounds heavier than average.
yes, you who have oily, oily faces that are impossible to take care of.
yes, you who's hair will never be tamed by a brush.
yes, you who's two feet taller or a foot shorter than average.
yes, you of non-firm abs.
y
Chronoscape, Chapter OneChronoscape, Chapter One7 years ago in Science Fiction More Like This
Chapter 1
Can a line of events be traced to its origins, only to connect with its end?
Sept 17, 14:15
Apex clouds converged around the azure mountain of ice. The polar ocean rumbled, somewhere beneath, grappling into the iceberg, gnawing away at its foundations.
Grim, fluttering celestial arc released a blinding sphere of light has from the cloudy grasp. Scorching beams of sunlight smashed into the iceberg with relentless fury and the iceberg screeched in fear of their attack as glittering veins of cobalt and silver pulsated upon its surface. The temperature was rising, as the iceberg drifted south, pushed forward by the slashing wind. T
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