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on me
on me
For an exam I had to memorize all the tactics we use to get people to like us.
I tell you I like you even if I don't.
I feign similarity even if I am as black as you are white.
I make myself attractive with scalpels and starvation.
I project modesty even if I like to brag.
I do not like this, but I still wear bright red low-cut tops to job interviews
and lie about my interests and achievements around strangers.
There is a tension between truth and sleeping ignorance. I am searching for the core.
At the center of it all, a pulsing, slimy revelation waits for me.
I don't know if it is a deeper crime to act this way without knowing,
or to know about it and continue to act this way.
It waits. It waits. Either to shrivel or to explode.
It waits.
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Thou Mayest (A Second Try)
Thou Mayest
—00:01:41
Heat and smoke and screaming. The world lurched around him. Roland scrabbled at the floor, and something brushed against his fingers. He froze. He had just touched a dead man.
In his back pocket, the phone was a piece of granite.
—15,694:59:59
Roland was a beautiful newborn with a full head of hair and a proud squall. As the nurses separated him from his mother he threw out his tiny fists. Pink skinned, perfect reflexes, perfect percentages. In his mother's arms he smiled and she almost forgot about the second child stirring in her womb.
—15,694:21:19
There were complications. The cord had wrapped around Matthew's neck and they could not deliver him naturally. He was thin and bald, a grain of salt balancing on the pin of the world. It's normal for the second to be smaller, the nurses assured her. It's normal.
But later, when the newborns together cried for their mother's milk, she picked up Matthew and left Roland in the bassinet to arch his back
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From the Staircase
From the Staircase
It was late and everyone was sleeping except for Mr. and Mrs. Robinson.
The couple started the talk over tea and innocence, but like all actors they were beginning to tire. It started when Mrs. Robinson asked Mr. Robinson if he wanted any tea.
“Do you want any tea, Darling?”
He grunted.
“It's supposed to help with your heart, Darling.”
“I don't need tea
clink. said the teacup. Mrs. Robinson looked down at the bottom of the cup and saw her future in it.
“I heard it on the television today. On the news. One cup of black tea—“
“What're we gonna do about that boy?”
“—he-help the heart. The heart.”
“He's a freak, Emily. You see how he is.”
“Just need a little tea.”
Mrs. Robinson tucked her hands into her lap. She bit her lower lip.
“I don't think anything is wrong with him. Did you hear that noise?”
“Nothing's wrong with him? Bad grades, calls hom
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The Traveler's Way
Now it so happened that a certain traveler had taken the wrong fork in the road and wound up in their town. He was in quite a state when he arrived, pawing and mewling his way about the streets like a fool who had looked at the sun for too long, and when the Pettigrews asked what troubled him he could only shake his head and point and make grand gestures at the ground.
"The colors!" He swirled on his feet and opened up his arms to the world. "Where are the colors?"
Now after a while he seemed to calm down, and the kind old Pettigrews invited him to their lodging. They smiled through lips to hide their gossipy teeth and offered the traveler a seat at their dinner table, between a boy not much younger than him and a little girl who gaped at his clothing.
"What is that?" She crooned and played with a fold in his shirt.
"It's a shirt," he said.
"No. This." The older boy bleated, motioning his arm to the traveler's skin and shirt and general person.
The traveler smiled. "They're call
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The Taxis on 22nd Street
Oh, this won't do. I'll have to reapply.
I snatch up a q-tip and dab at my eye to try and even out the eyeliner. My mouth lolls open that way all girls' mouths open when they're thinking too hard about their make-up. As I dabble along, I imagine the Tracy who, in another universe, had done it just right the first time and was now locking the door to her apartment. The thought curls up and sticks and I can't let go of it.
There we go. Much better.
I fluff up my hair with my hands. Getting it short like this makes mornings so much quicker. Just flutter it up and brush it once and you're ready to go, badda bing, just like that. I step back and look over at the mirror to observe my outfit. Cute and tight but sophisticated—I like it that way. I like the way my eyes look with loud eyeliner on and how it matches the color of my belt and how no one at the office minds it. As I admire myself the alternate Tracy walks down into the lobby.
This lights me up. I swirl on the ball of my right f
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Half-Perfect
You feel a bit prickly. He'd said. Your legs are usually so soft.
And now this morning she stood hunched over in the shower, razor poised to trim away the criticisms of last night. Soon she would return again to perfection, as defined by the contented and silent approval of her lover's touch.
Shaving began when she was 12 and her friends had started to call her Alexa instead of Lexi. There was nothing particularly grotesque about the silky hairs tip toeing across her legs, but the arrival of hair in other places fed her shame and encouraged her to compensate by removing it in more public areas. She used her mother's razor in secret, though why she felt compelled to keep it a secret at the time is a myth to her ten years later. Only Lexi understood why she'd crouched so criminally in the corner of the shower, witnessing the slain hairs spiral down the marble and into the drain like so many murder victims. It was Alexa who wore shorts that same morning and tried to find a r
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Cognitive Dissonance
It was finals week and she really had no business going to this party, said the angel.
"I know the material," said the girl. She combed insecurity through her hair. "I'm gonna pass and afterward I'll get pizza with my friends to treat myself."
There was no devil on her shoulder because she had put it out of business.
The night was a throbbing sore-spot of lost ideals, of wide laughing mouths and vodka and saliva. There used to be a time when the devil needed to talk—when decisions teetered deliciously between the lines of glory and failure.
She took the final. She did not know the material. She failed.
That night the girl got pizza with her friends, and the angel curled its toes and covered its face in censored anguish. She heard its grief. She felt the pearly tears pepper her shoulder. And from the outside her friends saw her smile tighten as she grasped for understanding. But quicker than pain she came back to them, and her bloated laughter filled up the room.
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Ravenous
The woman is imperfect. Coiled up and rusty, a rigid piece of nothing
beneath featherlight bedsheets. She looks at me without expectation.
I look at how her tousled hair pools over her shoulders. The women in
those soap operas she watches just don't look like that, but god
knows they'll try all the different ways of achieving it without
actually laying in a bed.
It's past noon and we've been having sex since we woke up this morning. It
was a sort of mechanical process—pauses to eat breakfast,
pauses to brush our teeth, all sorts of pauses to satisfy basic
bodily requirements like Sims left on autopilot. Afterward we would
retreat to the bedroom and continue. Always there would be some other
need to attend to, some grumbling upset, to interrupt, but in the end
it was always back to the featherlight bedsheets.
Now it is past noon and I've excused myself to go eat lunch. I walk through
the house naked, troubled by an unfamiliarity I can't place. It's
like the whole afternoon had got
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For the Camera
Whenever anyone holds up a camera, the inevitable phrase passes from their lips: "Smile!"
Behind the photographer's enthusiastic tone lies a command, because without the evidence of happiness the photo would not be "good". It would not be like all the other staged photos.  An expression that matches one's emotion would show that the subject isn't content with the situation. Among a gallery of whitened teeth and squinting eyes, this particular photo would become a flaw for its lack of ingenuity.
In a perfect world the photographer puts away the camera after it has taken its perfect pictures, your smile fades, and you carry on the rest of your day free of restriction. But the glaring eye of society never blinks.
Lowell Park is a baseball field surrounded by evergreen trees. Only a six foot wire fence and a caretaker's diligent housekeeping prevent any foliage from seeping into its carefully groomed grass. From ground level the field seems to nestle quite well within this natura
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The Soldier Pt. 5
One Month Later
Karabilah, Iraq. It was a miserable, dusty town, a wasteland of featureless desert save for the scraps of civilization that clustered around a river, which cut westward into Syria. It was green there. There was life.
However, it wasn't the job of a soldier to live in comfort. They could only accompany the dry places, the dead places, and squash out whatever hostile life was left. Such is the job of a soldier.
The battalion had separated into 14-man squads and each squad was assigned to a Staff Sergeant and a Corporal. By some divine providence Aaron Brotsky was under the command of Corporal Dunham. It was a simple reconnaissance task; patrol the town, keep an eye out for strange activity. And yet the young soldier couldn't shake off the feeling of dread, the oppressive claw that clung to the back of his neck. The air was thick and dry and full of sweet terror.
"Something wrong, Brotsky?" Dunham barked from up ahead, and Aaron was torn away from his reverie.
"N-no. I mea
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coldfire323
is NOT a Bratz doll!
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United States
Current Residence: Behind you
Favourite genre of music: any type of rock mostly, but I listen to whatever's on...
Favourite photographer: none
Favourite style of art: not sure... But the digital art stuff sure is purty
Operating System: um...
MP3 player of choice: -blank stare-
Shell of choice: idk...
Wallpaper of choice: idk...
Skin of choice: idk...
Favourite cartoon character: cant remember
Personal Quote: "No good deed goes unpunished."
Interests
  • Listening to: nothing
  • Reading: nothing
  • Watching: nothing
  • Playing: nothing
  • Eating: nothing
  • Drinking: nothing
1. Do you sleep in your bra?
I don't at my house, but in college I wear one. My roommate shouldn't have to look at my nips poking through my shirt on a cold morning.

2. Do you sleep with socks on?
Agh noo I hate them!

3. Would you rather sleep alone or with someone else?
With my nice warm man. :D

4. Do you enjoy drama?
No.

5. Are you a girly-girl?
Kinda? I'm sociable, wear make up, dress nicely, but I take part in male-norm activities too.

6. Who was the last person you hugged?
..hm.. My twin sister a couple weeks ago I think.

8. Are you short?
Why yes. I'm 5'.

9. Do you like somebody?
I LURVE SUMBUDEH!

10. Does your Facebook password have to do with a boy?
Nope

11. Do you care if your socks are dirty?
Yeah, kinda...

12. Do you think you're alone sometimes?
Noooooo

13. Do you dress up on Halloween?
I did this year!

14. Are you double jointed?
I don't think so.

15. Where is the weirdest place you have slept?
Um..Hm.. No where that weird, actually.

16. Has anyone touched/smacked your butt in the past 24 hours?
Nuu!

17. Is there any type of rumor going around about you?
Nope

18. Do you call anybody by their last name?
Nuh uh

19. How many guys will read this just because it says "Girl Confessions"?
:B  don't think any guys watch me anyway.

20. check of those that apply:
[x] I do wear make up.
[x] I have cried in a movie theater.
[x] I can put mascara on without opening my mouth.
[ ] I get jealous.
[ ] I think Johnny Depp is sexy.
[x] I like death/grind/black metal.
[x] I like rap.
[ ] I like techno.
[ ] I like country.
[x] I carry a purse. (Outside of college, yes.)
[x] I'd be lost without my computer.
[ ] I own a Spice Girls CD.
[ ] I own a Britney Spears CD.
[ ] I own a boy band CD.
[x] I get bored watching football.
[ ] I've never been called a spoiled brat.
[ ] Guys are confusing.

21. What color is your bra that your wearing?
It's dark blue with little red, green, and light blue stars on it. C:

22. Do you prefer light or dark haired guys?
Hair color doesn't matter much.

23. Are you currently frustrated with a boy?
Kiiiinda?

24. What's one thing a guy can do to make you like them?
Have a meaningful, honest, emotional conversation with me.

25. Do you have a best friend?
Yes'm

26. Have you ever had your heart broken?
Yeah, but not in a romantic way.

27. Have you ever thought of having plastic surgery?
Yeahno? I'd never actually go through with it!

28. Do you like your life?
Mmmmmyeah.

29. WHERE DID YOU GO?
KDRJGNKJ!?

30. Has one of your friends ever stolen a boy/girl-friend from you?
Lol no

31. Have you ever jumped in the pool with your clothes on?
Not that I can remember

32. Do you have more friends that are girls or boys?
Boys. I surround myself in testosterone. They're just so simple to hang out with.

33. How long have you had a facebook?
A few years, I think.

34. Have you ever slapped a boy in the face?
I really couldn't out of anger. I think maybe accidentally?

35. What are your biggest fears?
Failure in life, financial collapse.

36. Have you ever cried yourself to sleep?
Hrm.. Nah..

37. Have you ever not been able to get someone off of your mind?
Oh yeah, I was so love drunk!

38. Do you believe in the saying "once a cheater, always a cheater?"
No. There's reasons why certain men cheat, and it isn't always because of boredom or lust.

39. Have you ever had a good feeling about something
No, I've viewed every aspect of my life as a swirling pool of black, impenetrable pessemism.

40. Do you ever wish you were famous?
No, I like privacy!

41. Are you currently missing someone?
Eeeh, yeah, but it's such a norm now.

42. Cowboy or Gangster?
Cowboys aren't as obnoxious.

43. Preppy or Punk?
Tough.. Preppy guys are so cute though.

44. Face or Body?
Face! Pretty eyes. ^^

45. Good cook or take you out a lot?
Good cook, less expensive.

46. Sweet or sexy?
I want both! But sweet if I had to choose.

47. Armani or Abercrombie?
I don't know what armani is.

48. Contacts or glasses?
Doesn't matter!

49. Have you ever had sex in RL?
Yes, yum yum!

50. Have you ever thought you'd marry a guy you dated?
I've only dated one person and I dooooon't see it happening right now.

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pamlaisly232 Featured By Owner Feb 19, 2017  Hobbyist Writer
happy b-day!Have your cake and eat it too 
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RocCenere Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thank you very much for the watch!! (:
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coldfire323 Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2015
Of course! Thank Aerorwen though--she made some fanart of Cass and I just had to check it out. Looking forward to seeing more of your work.
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RocCenere Featured By Owner Nov 22, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
:-D I most certainly have thanked her! haha she is such a boss!
I hope you enjoy Bringing Down the Sky!
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jadethestone Featured By Owner Mar 12, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
Thanks so much for the watch! XD
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coldfire323 Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015
Of course! I like your Nuz. :)
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jadethestone Featured By Owner Mar 13, 2015  Hobbyist General Artist
XD
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GodSAMmit Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014  Student General Artist
Thanks for the watch!
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coldfire323 Featured By Owner Oct 11, 2014
Thank Earl for the recommendation! Your Nuz is a pleasure to read. :)
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SickHeartsDoFine Featured By Owner Jul 31, 2014  Hobbyist Digital Artist
So I've been logging on here for the past few days, and still snoopin at whose still around.. And it looks like maybe you are? I hope you're doing super duper well!!!! 
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