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5/1/08 – The beach is flat and sandy; normal.  Broken shells lie half buried in pale gold, flat white and voiceless.  And there are three children sprawled on the sand.  Asleep or dead, it’s all the same to them.  Their curved eyelids stare blankly, secretive in their masking of the eyes beneath.  They reveal nothing, give nothing; they take their duty seriously—but it matters not.  The only ones to take the notice, the children, are not present at the moment; who knows when they will return?  Perhaps they were swept out with the tide, and perhaps they won’t come back.  Perhaps they went with the voices of the shells—
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attempting flight, icarus
To attempt flight— forbidden; think Icarus. His father flew, yes, but low; it was hardly flight at all Icarus—he flew. He died. To attempt flight— forbidden; not ever allowed. But aren’t rules made to be broken?
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'where does the tiger sleep
4/21/08 – The tiger stalks, homeless and alone. Children sing the praise of the golden lion, a flesh-and-blood sun.  They are happy he has come to the jungle, and they wonder—will his pride and his lionesses come with him? The tiger paces, homeless and alone.  She has no jungle to return to, no place to hide her stripes.  Her orange is beautiful like the setting sun, but not sun in full glory.  She is the death and the birth of day—she cannot stand noon. The lion is noon.  The lion flashes brilliant. Children love the sun, but they love what is direct, simple.  So they love the lion and welcome him, because the tiger has
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for want of sleep
4/19/08 – I am a teen.  I am insecure, confident, confused, decided, grown-up, childish, serious, and silly but most of all, I am conflicted.  I am responsible—stop treating me like a child!  Why do you expect so much of me?  Leave me be.  I’m fine on my own.  Why do you always ignore me?  I speak in jolts and fragments, unable to integrate proper grammar into my daily life.  I turn one way, then another—which way is right?  Who should I be?  Who am I?  I think I know—no, I don’t.  Pay attention to me!  But don’t stifle me.  Stop.  That’s the line right there—don’t cross it, but stay close.  O
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A Letter
4/5/08 – I’m losing you.  I can feel it.  We’re drifting apart, like California drifts away from the rest of the USA.  Perhaps not that slowly. Ironic—it’s also literally true for us, since one of us is in California and one of us isn’t. But everything is meant to go away eventually.  Things come and go, live and pass.  Nothing lasts forever, but I thought this would last longer.  I know that we aren’t suited for each other so there’s no hope of us getting “together”; we’re too far apart anyway.  I can’t help but entertain idle fantasies anyway…  And I like you just as a frien
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smoke lives free
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The 'After'
Here: I’m here.  Just here; not sitting or standing or anything in between.  I’m restless.  It’s four o’clock in the morning, but I can’t say I’m tired.  I want out—in more than one way.  When I close my eyes and turn my face towards myself, I see black in my veins, like anger, like frustration but worse.  Black swallows all; any painter can tell you that.  I breathe out a fog of darkness and watch it coalesce before me.  If I imagine myself squinting a little, I can make out a nose, eyes, hair, and a familiarly condescending, shifty grin—someone I recognize, but someone I don’t want to recognize.
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Silver
3/29/08 – Breathe.  It’s been fourteen years since you were born now.  Do you feel fourteen?  Do you feel old?  This is the fourteenth year of your breaths.  Feel your lungs expand, press against your ribcage like your heart does sometimes.  You, my dear friend, are alive. Is this familiar to you?  You’ve done it for a long time now—but time is relative.  Perhaps you haven’t done it for quite so long, and perhaps you’ve stopped yourself from doing it sometimes.  Who knows why—is it the tunnel superstition?  Are you holding your breath until the end because maybe, just maybe if you succeed, your wish will be
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5/1/08 – The beach is flat and sandy; normal.  Broken shells lie half buried in pale gold, flat white and voiceless.  And there are three children sprawled on the sand.  Asleep or dead, it’s all the same to them.  Their curved eyelids stare blankly, secretive in their masking of the eyes beneath.  They reveal nothing, give nothing; they take their duty seriously—but it matters not.  The only ones to take the notice, the children, are not present at the moment; who knows when they will return?  Perhaps they were swept out with the tide, and perhaps they won’t come back.  Perhaps they went with the voices of the shells—
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attempting flight, icarus
To attempt flight— forbidden; think Icarus. His father flew, yes, but low; it was hardly flight at all Icarus—he flew. He died. To attempt flight— forbidden; not ever allowed. But aren’t rules made to be broken?
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'where does the tiger sleep
4/21/08 – The tiger stalks, homeless and alone. Children sing the praise of the golden lion, a flesh-and-blood sun.  They are happy he has come to the jungle, and they wonder—will his pride and his lionesses come with him? The tiger paces, homeless and alone.  She has no jungle to return to, no place to hide her stripes.  Her orange is beautiful like the setting sun, but not sun in full glory.  She is the death and the birth of day—she cannot stand noon. The lion is noon.  The lion flashes brilliant. Children love the sun, but they love what is direct, simple.  So they love the lion and welcome him, because the tiger has
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for want of sleep
4/19/08 – I am a teen.  I am insecure, confident, confused, decided, grown-up, childish, serious, and silly but most of all, I am conflicted.  I am responsible—stop treating me like a child!  Why do you expect so much of me?  Leave me be.  I’m fine on my own.  Why do you always ignore me?  I speak in jolts and fragments, unable to integrate proper grammar into my daily life.  I turn one way, then another—which way is right?  Who should I be?  Who am I?  I think I know—no, I don’t.  Pay attention to me!  But don’t stifle me.  Stop.  That’s the line right there—don’t cross it, but stay close.  O
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A Letter
4/5/08 – I’m losing you.  I can feel it.  We’re drifting apart, like California drifts away from the rest of the USA.  Perhaps not that slowly. Ironic—it’s also literally true for us, since one of us is in California and one of us isn’t. But everything is meant to go away eventually.  Things come and go, live and pass.  Nothing lasts forever, but I thought this would last longer.  I know that we aren’t suited for each other so there’s no hope of us getting “together”; we’re too far apart anyway.  I can’t help but entertain idle fantasies anyway…  And I like you just as a frien
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smoke lives free
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The 'After'
Here: I’m here.  Just here; not sitting or standing or anything in between.  I’m restless.  It’s four o’clock in the morning, but I can’t say I’m tired.  I want out—in more than one way.  When I close my eyes and turn my face towards myself, I see black in my veins, like anger, like frustration but worse.  Black swallows all; any painter can tell you that.  I breathe out a fog of darkness and watch it coalesce before me.  If I imagine myself squinting a little, I can make out a nose, eyes, hair, and a familiarly condescending, shifty grin—someone I recognize, but someone I don’t want to recognize.
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Silver
3/29/08 – Breathe.  It’s been fourteen years since you were born now.  Do you feel fourteen?  Do you feel old?  This is the fourteenth year of your breaths.  Feel your lungs expand, press against your ribcage like your heart does sometimes.  You, my dear friend, are alive. Is this familiar to you?  You’ve done it for a long time now—but time is relative.  Perhaps you haven’t done it for quite so long, and perhaps you’ve stopped yourself from doing it sometimes.  Who knows why—is it the tunnel superstition?  Are you holding your breath until the end because maybe, just maybe if you succeed, your wish will be
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Punishment
The police were out in force, sirens flashing everywhere I didn't understand, I couldn't see how it was fair I suppose it was my punishment for being such a fool And I still regret the day that I peed in the swimming pool. Very soon the whole world knew, I was on the evening news Thousands came to talk to me, the journalists formed queues I was being sent to jail, because I broke the golden rule That at no cost must you ever pee in someone's swimming pool. They collected water samples, fingerprints and DNA And told me I was guilty; there was nothing I could say I supposed that prison couldn't be a whole lot worse than school But I
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The 'After'
Here: I’m here.  Just here; not sitting or standing or anything in between.  I’m restless.  It’s four o’clock in the morning, but I can’t say I’m tired.  I want out—in more than one way.  When I close my eyes and turn my face towards myself, I see black in my veins, like anger, like frustration but worse.  Black swallows all; any painter can tell you that.  I breathe out a fog of darkness and watch it coalesce before me.  If I imagine myself squinting a little, I can make out a nose, eyes, hair, and a familiarly condescending, shifty grin—someone I recognize, but someone I don’t want to recognize.
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How far away from the door do you stand after you ring ...
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  • right up against the door
  • a doormat's length away
  • on the driveway
  • down the driveway
  • across the street?
  • don't know
  • what kind of question is this?
  • dw stands a doormat's lenght away, btw
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ohohoh
someone comment, quick, so that I can see what they look like with a sub It's not mine, and I'm giving it to the rightful owner (a friend) soon, but eeeee it's so cool This account isn't even active anymore >: but eeeee -giddy- AHHHH CSS A;DKAJF;SFJSDF ... How do you change the font size?
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achromatik (vaguely important)
achromatik (https://www.deviantart.com/achromatik), I mean. new account C: Been toying with the idea for a while, especially since I have issues with clutter (see:  journals.  WHEN DID THERE GET TO BE SO MANY?) but at the same time can't bear to lose anything (see:  comments on journals.  I don't remember half of them.  Must save D: ) and I don't particularly like my dA username anymore.  So.  You get bad spelling because "achromatic" was already taken. I would've just done "dw," but it has to be three or more letters. Alright. I'mma finish clearing out my deviations and messages and then this account's done.
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gothicguiltStudent General Artist
nice works here!
Thank you for watching me :w00t:
Voracious-VixenHobbyist Photographer
Thank you very much for the :+fav: :hug:

Sorry for the late reply.
Thank you for the favourites. :hug:
thanks for the favorite.


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