The Grey in this City...It creeps into every little corner, every curled-up warmth, every carved-out resting place, every ragged crevice. It rasps in my throat and it gasps when I wake and it chokes when I fall and in every way every single day is coloured grey.The Grey in this City... in Personal More Like This
'And the grey in this city is too much to bear'
And it weighs so heavy and my shoulders ache.
But every heartbeat, every crash of the drum makes it mine, shapes it, takes it, funnels it into a bottle and stoppers it. Down in one and the devil's on your back and in your veins, or maybe you're in his. And the damage is done and the image was never sacred and just watch how quickly you are no longer forged in wrought iron and starlight, how quickly you are cast in low plastic.
Where's the ache that shaped the shadows and placed the light with such care? Where's the firelight and the cold deep dark?
I will not live just to grow old.
These hands are not content, no leeching grey thoughts will stop them when they choose to build.
Wonder in a heartbeat and w
What Keeps Mankind AliveThere are trees here, but they hold their branches high because they must in order to survive, there is no strength to them.What Keeps Mankind Alive in Personal More Like This
The river flows.
The Oracle squats, fat and artificial and effluent over the muddied waters as they crawl sluggishly through the car fumes and discarded cans.
This place of polished plastic architecture and the pre-aged pre-torn clothes feels sick. The people are made of the same lifeless plastic as the cartons and crisp packets that creep along the currents of the near-stagnant water. Their faces are blind, noses high, and I hate them and I pity them and I fear becoming like them, losing that which has always been me, that which fundamentally makes me happy and makes me something other than what they are.
The eyes that flicker from under perfectly messy hair do not like me. Some days I feel the stares so hard they make my shoulders tense and my hands clench, some days I feel stronger than them, some days I feel so fucking surrounded I stupidly, reflexively look
Without AirThe trees are old. They're older than the city and older than the desert and they stand tall along the edge of the raging sea like sentinels. The first leaves of spring have started to shroud their wind-blown bones, but still they rattle as air gusts through the high branches. Their roots are gnarled and worn and powerful and they reach far into the earth.Without Air in Personal More Like This
There are towns and there are people barely a mile away and always pushing closer, but right here the world is free, less moulded to the blanched soulless sterility of first world living.
The clouds are growing heavy overhead and a drum beat rises from deep in my chest.
I will not drink for I desire a clear mind and clearer eyes.
I have not eaten since I left the desert, nor will I, though the hunger leaves me as gnarled as driftwood. I had grown weak waiting outside your city.
Here there are only the screams of gulls and the crashing, chaotic beauty of the waves under the iron sky. Iron, water and wood. Salt in the air and on my ton
Wild dogs and dead bodies.Such was the nature of the world when it was split by ice that wolves and men crossed paths often, for they hunted and killed the same creatures, and in this both man and animal would strip a carcass to the bone, every shred of meat wolfed down, to risk a pun. The bones cracked under jaw and flint to release rich, creamy marrow, and dead bodies never littered the ice for long.Wild dogs and dead bodies. in Deviant Events More Like This
Man killed wolf with a contradiction of fear and bravery, wolf killed man with hunger and instinct, for food was scarce and the nights long and hungry regardless of species.
Man had fire and made shelter of skins and bone, wolves had sight and smell and a pelt to hold at bay the winds that had frozen the world.
Among men there were those for whom the pelt of the slain wolf was more than dead skin, for whom the firelight and the pregnant moon conveyed something larger and stranger than both.
And thus it was that certain moments of the lunation caused some men to fall, convulsing, to their fours and run to the wild
Spring.A day of fucking days.Spring. in Personal More Like This
A letter to treasure.
It was worth it. Worth every burning step, every clenched-jaw walk-away-from-the-keyboard moment.
Baby steps. First leaves of spring.
And life begins again.
We have lumps of it round the back...Not far from the centre of the town, between the shuffle and grind of the railway and the jostling thrum of the mall is a small and forgotten patch of land. It crouches, torn and stray and completely overlooked, and the midsummer's rain falls warm upon it in great shifting sheets. Scrap metal and rags and lengths of timber bed down amongst scrub and dead-brown stems of grass. The place is long abandoned and touched only at the edges by the glow of the streetlight. Ramshackle sheds and junkie-dens squat along a panel-fence divide, scarred flanks of needle caps and rags. Feral cats, all torn ears, undulating yrowls and staccato spitting come here to fight, fuck and lick their wounds, a man-made wilderness of rugged tyre-stacks, peeling paintwork and jagged sheet-metal.We have lumps of it round the back... in Personal More Like This
Lost in the slumping piles of rubble and ragged metal sheeting is a dancing man, a tramp and a junkie, muscles wiry and lean, skin the worn brown of an outdoor life. In the mixing light of distant stars and street lamps hi
B)Highlight of the morning: Finding the soundtrack to Heavy Metal on my piece-of-crap phone *o*B) in Personal More Like This
SSSSHHHHHH!!!!!"Quiet people have the loudest minds." - Stephen HawkingSSSSHHHHHH!!!!! in Personal More Like This
That's why we don't have to talk. Mental conversations are like Psyduck headaches....
Just a great thought for the day!
Cures for BoredomSo the other day a friend of mine posted something saying "When there's nothing to do, pick up a book, right?"Cures for Boredom in Personal More Like This
I don't know why I felt the need to do this, but my brain took on the challenge of coming up with as many crazy, dorky things you can do around the house as I could think of for the next 20 minutes. Here's a great list
Make paper airplanes
Go to the store and buy a bunch of cards with sound chips in them and take turns opening each one of them
Pet your cat....or dog....or your left arm.
Try to see how many pairs of sunglasses can stay on your face at once
Turn on the tv, go to the soap operas, and give sports commentary to it.
Give yourself a shaving cream mustache
Turn all your socks with holes into puppets modeled after WWII vets.
Zoom through the house like an airplane and make the accommodating noises.
Fill the fanciest glasses in the house with every different kind of (non-alcoholic) beverage you have and
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(CLOSED)500 Points Giveaway!!What's this? Time for another giveaway? :icondorkydanceplz:(CLOSED)500 Points Giveaway!! in Personal More Like This
It's true! I am so excited to do this giveaway this week.
Why am I so excited? Well, because it's 500 points!
I feel today is the perfect day to start the contest.
As it's a cold Saturday & I have to do something to keep me sane!
I'd go stir crazy and possibly die of boredom if it wasn't for dA.
How Do You Get The Points, You Ask?
All you need to do is just favorite this journal entry.
That is it. Nothing more. No watching me. Nothing.
The Winner will be picked by using random.org
If anyone wants to donate points it would be awesome.
I have a donation pool started for giveaways like this.
A mention is given in each journal to all who donate.
Winner Will be Announced on 1/27/2013
Lokiev IS THE WINNER! CONGRATS!
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Un peu dégoutée...Deviantart, c'est un site magnifique par toutes les somptueuses images et les poèmes touchants que l'on peut y voir. Alors dites-moi, pourquoi les gens sont-ils aussi intéressés par le nu? Okay, c'est dans la nature humaine d'avoir des hormones, mais il n'y a pas que le sexe dans la vie merde! Quand on voit que les publications les plus regardées sont du nu, alors qu'à côté il peut y avoir des images "innocentes" et splendides, je trouve qu'il y a de quoi être dégouté.Un peu dégoutée... in Personal More Like This
J'ai tenté de publier une photo un petit peu sexy, sans rien dévoiler. Pour montrer que toutes les femmes ne sont pas des putes, et aussi que la "suggestion" ,disons, suffit. Oui, je me suis trompée, et je l'ai rangée dans la catégorie "artistic nude", donc censuré.
Résultat? Le nombre de vues a explosé (62 en un jour, alors que d'habitude c'est 5 environ et que mon record était 30!), et j'ai gagné 4 watchers. T
Anatomy Lessons: How to improve faster in 6 steps!Anatomy Lessons: How to improve faster in 6 steps! in Art Features More Like This
'Life Drawing 5' by algaegoblin
Do you know how to sketch human figures but do you want to refine your anatomy skills? Or do you not know anatomy at all and you are tired to trust your imagination? Did you notice you create disproportions in your drawings?
If you are aspiring artists and you already have your own style, you might as well believe you have no need of a guide, but you are wrong. Before exaggerating human proportions and begin to have your own style, you first have to know the basics.
This little guide is the result of an accurate research and 5 years of high school of art, and it's created for all those who want to learn something new or just make a useful review.
For those who have already studied art, my suggestion is to go to step 6 or trying to repeat all steps in Digital format.
First of all, if you want to learn faster you should draw using traditi
FINAL - March Poll Period * CLOSED:icontransparentplz:FINAL - March Poll Period * CLOSED in Deviant Events More Like This
Hello dear members, watchers and visitors
This is the new way to find our winner of our POLL SYSTEM: instead using a Poll with the ten most voted of the period, we'll be using a blog to showcase the 20 MOST VOTED of this period!
This means, or so I hope, more exposure for your pieces and galleries.
The idea is simple: each work has a number and all deviants have the opportunity to vote like if it was a poll...with the difference that you will choose not one but 3 favourites!
All deviants may vote, INCLUSIVE who is participating; the participants may vote for themselves and ask friends and watchers to vote; this blog may have publicity by all means and be submitted in groups.
The work with most votes wins a 3 months sub, our usual prize.
Follow the RULES to VOTE...AND EVERYONE VOTING and ING THIS BLOG will enter a draw to win 100 . The participants may and should click the Favourite Button too - you have
#Feels Do you ever get the old feelings you used to feel when you were a kid? The fear of running up the stairs in the dark (shit, I still get that). The excitement of something simple. The freedom of creating your own world with your own rules. The comfort of sleeping with your teddy bear, or doll, or G.I. Joe (my teddy was named Boo and yes, I still have him). The awe of watching it snow or rain outside, even though it wasn't anything new or random in whatever it's season.#Feels in Personal More Like This
Maybe it's the feelings you get with how you were with certain people that you miss. The fact that you could tell someone you really cared about that you snort when you laugh really hard. That feeling you got when that one person looked at you as if you were the most beautiful creature on the planet. That feeling of making new friends and feeling accepted into a new 'circle'. The joy of hearing other people laugh when you didn't think you were funny (and you secretly loved it). Maybe the sadness of losing a fr