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Brandon Marlo
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Violence.

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Violence.

Rant is a funny word. Classically funny, meaning unusual. Not 'haha' "I'm laughing so much I'm crying" funny. Don't be fucking stupid. Why would the word rant be 'haha' funny? Idiot... No, it's intriguingly beguiling on the grounds that for years man has regarded ranting as raving forgetting the grace it's saving. Passion. "What reason weaves by passion is undone." A man without reason is not a man without passion. Don't assume aggression, instead use your perception to understand this vindication. All that said, you will need preparation, and heed desperation, before you feel the perspiration as you say your

Lucifer's Angel

Lost

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Lost

Describe with your best interests at heart and find for me without part nor fear. Can you hold a candle to me, can you hold me dear? Despising the lies pouring in your ears. These teething problems, without rhyme nor reason glide over you. They sink into me, bring me to the brink of me, and cut me to the core. Blind-folded and broken, I travel alone on this road this road made of cold. Hard like your heart, hard like your stare, and hard like my reply. "Who am I?" This inward pressure resulting from unnecessary exposure sends resentment from my mental encampment; enchambered and endearing begging the question w

Tattoo Design pt 3 NOT GOOD

Tattoo Design Pt 2 STILL CRAP

Tattoo Design Draft CRAP

Kandid Kamera Kolonoscopy

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Kandid Kamera Kolonoscopy

Poetry variety society sobriety is antiquated, lacerated, visceral incinerated at a landmark book burn Freedom/Potted fern on your wedding day, holy fig You're too low to notice this now half-rhyme, double time. Strike a chord, be mine. Fluffy dreams, scaly night this autotrophic parasite, Burn in Hell or slightly fall, swallow whole the parasol. But dare he notice, watch and wait heart and soul eviscerate. Manic panic violent crime, apple orchards, just be mine.

'Promises'

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'Promises'

Promise me this: Be you. Not the you you insist upon sharing to this daring, uncaring, and as far as I can see ensnaring world. but the person you let me see. the person who also dwells, herself, within me. The refreshing spirit of "Why not?" ought to deal a solid grounding, make you feel free, get your heart pounding. But instead you don't you're dead dead inside and scared scared of this world Just please promise me you'll consider it. Social conformity and self-deprocating apathy go hand in hand with a sickening entreaty which suggests for all moral and ethical sympathies you feel unacceptable in modern society.
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Glam Punk Costume

Lucifer's Angel

Lost

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Lost

Describe with your best interests at heart and find for me without part nor fear. Can you hold a candle to me, can you hold me dear? Despising the lies pouring in your ears. These teething problems, without rhyme nor reason glide over you. They sink into me, bring me to the brink of me, and cut me to the core. Blind-folded and broken, I travel alone on this road this road made of cold. Hard like your heart, hard like your stare, and hard like my reply. "Who am I?" This inward pressure resulting from unnecessary exposure sends resentment from my mental encampment; enchambered and endearing begging the question w

Tattoo Design pt 3 NOT GOOD

Tattoo Design Pt 2 STILL CRAP

Tattoo Design Draft CRAP

Kandid Kamera Kolonoscopy

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Kandid Kamera Kolonoscopy

Poetry variety society sobriety is antiquated, lacerated, visceral incinerated at a landmark book burn Freedom/Potted fern on your wedding day, holy fig You're too low to notice this now half-rhyme, double time. Strike a chord, be mine. Fluffy dreams, scaly night this autotrophic parasite, Burn in Hell or slightly fall, swallow whole the parasol. But dare he notice, watch and wait heart and soul eviscerate. Manic panic violent crime, apple orchards, just be mine.

Tired

Copenhagen panorama

The Reach Around

Far From Home

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Far From Home

Once upon a time... There was A boy who wanted to know To climb     so high and see so far in the swaying light    of the evening, To watch the ice flows   in their great dance behind the horizon, To smell the fragrance of wood smoke              curling across the water in the night air. To never accept the end of the journey.   (for there is no end, and no home port,        not truly). There is a green island in the midst of the great ocean   which used to b

-Fin-

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-Fin-

We stand upon the verge, we two. Treading              cautious steps on eggshells. Wandering a tiny spit of sand, half-oblivious    to the indifferent            relentless sea which steals our safety, grain                                               by grain. We stand up

Consumed

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  • Tajikistan
  • Deviant for 12 years
  • He / Him
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My Bio
Current Residence: Trapped in a miasma of a horrendous soul.
Favourite genre of music: Anything except for Rap, Hip-Hop or Dance Trance etc which has far to many high notes
Operating System: XP XP (the second one is an emoticon)
MP3 player of choice: Of choice would be an i-Pod, but im one of these too poor to afford one, so im stuck with an old one
Shell of choice: Shiny ones you find on the beach
Wallpaper of choice: Flock wallpaper is nice, but a bitch to clean
Skin of choice: Mine preferably
Favourite cartoon character: Dante the Racist Badger (from the Mighty Boosh)
Personal Quote: <insert witty comment here. i genrerally don't repeat myself>

Favourite Movies
I have too many to name
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Several Bands really, nothing of particular descrimination
Favourite Writers
Lewis Carroll. I <3 the Jabberwocky
Tools of the Trade
Pens, Pencils and my trusty scanner.
Other Interests
Movies, Drawing, Self-Harm on Camera

Stuff

Stuff

Haven't been on here in a LONG time but I've been busy. I'm still writing and drawing on a daily basis, so when I do upload, you will get a LOT of stuff to look through. Aren't you lucky... Anyhoo, I'm working through a couple of ideas for pieces of physical art which involve me and various unwitting strangers. If only I could get hold of some sort of leather. Maybe if I butcher a bag or a jacket... Still, any donations of random scraps of leather/old leather sofas/old coats/bags/leather anything, let me know please! Other than my desperate leather requirement (which reminds me, I didn't specify how much I'd need. Um... maybe a few feet squ

An oldie, but a goodie

An oldie, but a goodie

A store that sells new husbands has opened in London, where a woman may go to choose a husband. Among the instructions at the entrance is a description of how the store operates: You may visit this store ONLY ONCE! There are six floors and the value of the products increase as the shopper ascends the flights. HOWEVER, the shopper may choose any item from a particular floor, or may choose to go up to the next floor, but you cannot go back down except to exit the building! So, a woman goes to the Husband Store to find a husband. On the first floor the sign on the door reads: Floor 1 - These men Have Jobs. She is intrigued, but continues t

Chapter 3 complete

Chapter 3 complete

It's been a rollercoaster, but it all came together. I'm not sure if you get the updates for when I edit deviations anymore, so I'm writing it here that chapter 3 entitled "Open the Door" is now complete. Here is a link below. http://brandonmarlo.deviantart.com/art/Open-the-Door-122268104 EDIT: used to say "not complete" when it clearly is lol.

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TimmycomStudent Photographer
Hey man :) didn't know you had an account =D

Tim, btw incase you didn't guess.
Tifa-Amy-LockheartHobbyist General Artist
Danke vor der FAVOURITE. =]
ich liebe du. x (lol)
runfromthelightHobbyist Writer
I like you =)
Thanks for the :+fav:

:heart:
You're welcome hun :)
RealityImpairedHobbyist Traditional Artist
thanks for the fav! :D
hey Brandon! :3
It's CatastroChick from Kong. I added you, and nice gallery. :D