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Literature
Feather and Flight
What perfection can be found,
Looking up above our limited ground.
The feathered realm is one of joy,
Though life is not always easy for the boy,
Weighed down with brilliant plumes,
More than one have found early tombs.
Life in the sky is not for the meek,
The hunters hunt, the killers seek.
What perfection can be found,
In the purity of this world without bound.
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Literature
Before the Face of God
Before the Face of God
The ladder only climbs so high,
The portal to God is closed to humankind.
We are trapped in our own imperfection,
Seeking mechanical solutions to our own fallibility.
But a new light shines in the emptiness,
A divine spiral tower,
With only six pieces,
And only two sides,
It opens the gates to divinity,
And we who climb it,
Are no longer bound
To Humanity
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Literature
Crystals
Everywhere sparkles with the sunrise. The light shatters as the crystals catch it. A vibrant rainbow springs into the air, lances of light pricking the darkness of the cave. Tiny beams of sunlight trickle through the concealing rock and scrub, washing away the shadows of a night gone by. The crystals hum with the energy of the morn, heat and light sparkling in the pure air. Millions of shards of such minuteness as to be invisible, hundreds upon hundreds of boulders of dazzling fire, a countless horde of perfection.
Then the sun is above the rim and the magic vanishes like a shimmering wave of heat, leaving nothing but dirty rock in its wake.
Only for the briefest of brief moments does the otherwise hideous waste become the most glorious of treasures. The sun teasing the hidden splendor into glorious fire.
And so it has remained, in perfect balance and perfect harmony, set in the midst of the greatest desert that man has ever discovered, but nothing is sacred.
Hikers stumble by periodic
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Literature
Daemonium
Tolmos stood calmly through the outpouring of his assailant's rage, his serene face unmoving in the face of the tragic story. In truth Tolmos cared little. The tall and strong man standing across from him at the edge of the lake was only interesting for one simple reason. He meant to kill Tolmos. Tolmos smiled wanly, the freezing rain running in rivulets from his melancholic features. His ashen skin and tousled blonde hair were darkened with water, and droplets of crystalline liquid dripped from his gracefully arched nose. The golden eyes with their sad, sad stare and the pain buried deep within blinked often to clear the water from their lashes. He spoke in a weary tenor, interrupting the tirade with a voice laden with the pain of the world.
"I don't care."
His attacker empurpled. "What did you say?" He hissed in a dangerous voice, trembling with restrained violence.
"I don't care. The lives of your kin, your friends, they are nothing but miniscule puffs of light in the darkness. None
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Literature
Guitaring
The crowd flowing by changes daily, but the man on the bench is always the same. Always looking slightly lost and forlorn, always strumming the same worn guitar, always denying payment for his music, never moving. His graying hair is wavy and long, always trimmed stylishly and accompanied by a well groomed mustache. His clothes are casual yet nicely designed. The guitar is another story, carved of worn wood with fraying strings. At least one snaps every day, to be replaced endlessly and worn down again within a few days.
Passersby stop to listen to the music from the guitar, for despite its ragged appearance, it produces a mellow and soothing melody under the lovingly skilled fingers of the man on the bench. His repertoire is vast, few hear him repeat himself, and his sense of the crowd is perfect. He can look around, judge people's clothes and manners and match his music to the mood flawlessly.
People always walk a little taller in his square, their strides a little longer. The mood o
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Literature
The Tower of Shadow
After many days hard march, they finally reached it. Deep in the forbidding Dornia Mountain ranges a previous patrol had found an ancient facility. Standing now on the outskirts of what had once been a military base of truly legendary proportions, the Gespian Knights were shaken by what they saw. Everywhere was desolation, holes ripped through plated metal, craters the size of small towns, and everywhere the scattered bones of inhabitants long dead. In the center of the devastation was a single untouched tower. Soaring skyward for over three hundred feet, it mocked the Knighthood and it's puny members. The ancient monolith towered over all, exuding an aura of timeless power, as though nothing could daunt its vigilant watch over these mountains.
The Knighthood had made great strides in recovering the nation of Gespia after the war. Neither nation had won, but Gespia had remained alive. All that could be found in Gau-Tor now was radioactive dust and corpses. Nothing there had survived th
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Literature
Frozen or Thawed?
Splash, swish, splash, swish, the rhythmic gurgle of water over the streamlined hull and the long strokes of the paddles. The long, soft rumble of the mountains around him, avalanches tumbling into distant valleys, fierce mountain animals stalking their land. All around the lone kayaker were the sounds and sights of nature. His life had been a hard one, scraping a living from the ice of his home in Alaska. The man pulled the strings of his parka hood tighter, shipping the paddle and letting the current carry him. As he drifted towards the small river mouth as he had so many times before, he blew a sigh into the dense seal fur. He hated the foreigner settlement, its muddy earth, it's harsh buildings, their grating, guttural language, the rude inhabitants always looking down on him. But it was a necessary job of any Inuit to trade in the furs of their home.
It had not always been so. In the days when nature was their friend, the glorious mountains around him, the bountiful sea, and the m
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Literature
Poem of God
Whence God?
How is Heaven found?
No return call, isn't that odd?
It can only be found on the ground.
No God, No Heaven, No soul-
No clue, No sense, they hide in a hole.
Heaven and God Are.
But they do not exist on a distant star.
Only life can tell the tale.
God can be found anywhere.
Inside your heart, your home, your work, a hotel...or a jail
Even so is heaven, simply look with care.
It doesn't hide within a lair.
It's here it's there it's everywhere.
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Literature
We
What can be said of a gamer?
The hordes of plebes swarm around Us, demanding that We get a life.
They claim We are worthless, they claim We should get a girlfriend (or boyfriend)
But as they swirl through life, unable to grasp what they desire,
We stand firm and follow our truth, a truth that can never be shaken.
They have their moments, sports victory or prom, but Us,
We can pick up a controller and whatever We wish becomes reality.
They mock and jeer and taunt, unwilling to face the truth.
That We are more alive than they ever can be.
To them;
The screen is just a screen, the console just a hunk of metal,
But to Us;
The games are alive!
The characters have feelings, their problems are real, and We feel accepted,
As We never do in reality.
Because We don't want a girlfriend, We don't want a 'life',
We are content to follow the game, make Our own reality.
And for this simple reason,
Our 'life' is more precious than they can possibly imagine.
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Literature
memorandum
Only the wise die young
And we who are left behind cry and sob and sniff
Without their guidance, we stop on their path
And we wonder why, and what if
We ask the pointless questions
We shed the pointless tears
Why is there so much sadness?
We'll see him again in a few dozen years.
He's sitting beside whatever God there is
laughing
Because it won't be that long until we meet again
The goodbye is only temporary, so cheer up children
Live your lives like he lived his, sing your songs, play your games
He'll be waiting to hear your story on the other side.
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Literature
junctions
We face the road always, the searching the many, many ways.
How can we find ourselves in the myriad of possibilities,
When looking around, we feel ourselves fray?
Are we defined by our abilities?
By our words and speeches?
Or do these make us merely leeches?
Do we doom ourselves in htpocrisy and sin?
The answers can only be found within.
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Literature
Trojan
The finished product was an unusual device. The standard lines of a computer had been lost in the overhaul, the chunky keyboards, the contoured mice, the collage of colored cables, the sleek monitor, all gone. The only pieces of conventional technology that remained were three unassuming wires leading from the central tower into three separately powered modems. The central tower was a tessellated column of carbon, something more likely to be found in a power plant than a personal computer. A myriad of translucent, needle-tipped cables hung from the column, as did a small medical computer of similar design. A comfortable chair was attached to the column, facing outwards. The entire construction, except for the wires, was a menacing matte black.
It was a piece of ingenious engineering, just the latest from a prodigiously successful designer by the name of Komo Ollan. His previous designs had revolutionized computing, replacing silicon microchip technology with the new nanofiber designs.
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Literature
fiction of strain spontaneous
Walls and turrets, ditches and guns, watchtowers and patrols, with no knowledge of another life, such things become normal. The human cities on Pjara were never pretty to look at. Large buildings made of sturdy materials with complex defensive rings around them, and the omnipresent soot from the fires. The fires burned at all times, warding away the creatures that lurked in the night. Massive infernos surrounded the smallest bastions of human habitation, ever tended by the fearful workers in the cities. Pjara had never been the most hospitable planet to live on, harsh winters and acidic waters coupled with a nasty native flora that leeched oxygen from the surrounding air had convinced early settlers that they had come to hell itself. This impression was only enhanced when the first of the creatures appeared. A ravenous natural species that the settlers named Xar-Delas inhabited the northernmost continents of Pjara.
The Xar-Delas were possessed of the most rudimentary form of sentience,
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Literature
nuclear summer shortened ver.
Written while listening to Machina Anesthesia by GrayLightning
The ancient wastelands of Amer were not what met the eye. Within the unbelievable expanse of hostile wastes was the greatest bastion of Technology left on the planet. The surge of revolutions had wiped away all trace of the ancient knowledge once embraced by mankind. People now embraced false gods, superstition, and nonsensical ramblings of 'prophets'. Only a select few, the remainders of what had been the greatest nation of the planet remained. Not many had survived the wars; fewer still had lived through the subsequent collapse. Within the desert, within a stretch of cliffs, was all that remained of the Nevara Test Site. Once one of many, now all that remained.
The few remaining staff were scared, every day their gear broke down a little more. They were the remnants of a dying civilization with little hope for resurrection. The explosions had wiped away their exit routes, their communications, and much of their hope. All
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Literature
nuclear summer
Written while listening to Machina Anesthesia by GrayLightning
The ancient wastelands of Amer were not what met the eye. Within the unbelievable expanse of hostile wastes was the greatest bastion of Technology left on the planet. The surge of revolutions had wiped away all trace of the ancient knowledge once embraced by mankind. People now embraced false gods, superstition, and nonsensical ramblings of 'prophets'. Only a select few, the remainders of what had been the greatest nation of the planet remained. Not many had survived the wars, fewer still had lived through the subsequent collapse. Within the desert, within a stretch of cliffs, was all that remained of the Nevara Test Site. Once one of many, now all that remained.
The few remaining staff were scared, every day their gear broke down a little more. They were the remnants of a dying civilization with little hope for resurrection. The explosions had wiped away their exit routes, their communications, and much of their hope. All
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Literature
otherworldly
The lumbering lander swept over the colossal stretch of water bordering the coast of Andeth. Within the ungainly object was the high council, led by Derian, awaiting the arrival of its final member and newest trainee. Falsion smirked at the thought that he was causing the powerful individuals inside discomfort and continued his aerial acrobatics. Flitting between the wings of the lander, diving abruptly past view ports, never once decreasing his lethal speed throughout the entire display. With a triumphant keen, he slowed his descent and landed atop the monstrous crew section. The rushing wind tore at the young girl that accompanied him, but Falsion was well enough inured to its insistent tug to hold her tightly. Two young men, both with exhilarated expressions on tough looking features landed behind Derian. The two were nearly identical, obviously of the same blood. Both sported a tall regal look, long black hair, hooked noses, narrow faces, and yellow eyes with enormous pupils. These
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Stephen Wein
Artist | Photography
United States
Current Residence: college apartment
Favourite genre of music: Video Game music
Favourite photographer: My bro
Favourite style of art: abstract
Operating System: Ubuntu/Win 7
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Shell of choice: bombshell
Wallpaper of choice: meh
Skin of choice: mine
Favourite cartoon character: Hatsuharu Sohma
Personal Quote: "Where's my mouse? This is a frog!"
Interests
Hey all, updating t3h j0urn4l once again since I decided to pick up some slack from ix :)


10 things you like/love:

1- Ix Regardo
2- see number one
3- Video Games
4- writing
5- reading
6- eating good food, but not bad food
7- running long distances for long periods of time (I'm a freak)
8- my brother the hacker (seriously)
9- twirling pens
10- LAN parties

5 Things That Make You Happy

1- Going to sleep
2- Ix Regardo
3- Beating Ix in Rise of Nations
4- "free" music
5- getting extensions on big papers that I'm too lazy to finish

10 Things You Dislike Or Hate

1- people who try to be elitist
2- dying to a boss after an hour and a half, not that it happens often, but it sucks when it does
3- skipping lunch, which I do often
4- fanfiction, ever
5- homophobes
6- sexists
7- racists
8- dropping my pen in the middle of a mad twirling move
9- driving
10- onions

3 Facts About My Name

1- I have one nickname and only one nickname that everyone calls me.
2- No I won't tell you what it is.
3- I use the same screenname everywhere also

6 Facts About Myself

1- TOO TALL, I hit my head on stuff
2- I tend to drift along in life
3- my motto is "things always work out"
4- I play video games like nobody's business, at least five hours a day on a school day, at least thirteen on a non school day
5- I'm an existentialist
6- I dislike dancing, but I rock at DDR, seriously

2 Things you expect

1- massive ownage whenever anyone faces me in RoN
2- that I will die before or on the age of sixty, thankfully

4 Random Thoughts

1- The thought of a Matrix isn't so bad
2- Snow CRASH!
3- Why is it always red vs blue, why not purple vs peuce
4- Echidna? ECHIDNA!

Song you're listining to right now:
Kaijin and Ailsean - Castlevania Series - Bloody Hell

I tag the following persons:
now who dares to take up MY slack?

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bdk14 Featured By Owner Jun 28, 2006
noooh youre gone.. :(
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bdk14 Featured By Owner May 5, 2006
hey man still alive?
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bdk14 Featured By Owner Mar 27, 2006
thanx a lot for the :+fav:s :D
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Ixregardo Featured By Owner Jan 31, 2006
Thanks for the fav, stranger :hug:
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cosmicbound Featured By Owner Oct 9, 2005
Thanks for the :+fav:! :dance:
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SoulMutation Featured By Owner Aug 13, 2005
YOU HAVE BEEN HUGGED!!!

Spread the DA love around! (you can copy and paste this message on their userpage!)


*dingding* RULES:
1- You can hug the person who hugged you!
2- You can't hug the person more than 3 times
3- You -MUST- hug 6 other people
4- You should hug them in public! Paste it on their user page! c'mon..don't be scared of public displays of affection
5- Random hugs are perfectly okay! (and sweet)
6- You should most definitly get started hugging right away!
-P.S. Hey! try some random ppl to Spread more teh DA love around
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mistapuff007 Featured By Owner Aug 7, 2005   Digital Artist
Thanx for the fav man, its really appreciated!!
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halberdman Featured By Owner Jul 21, 2005   Photographer
I know you people are out there. Take a second to leave some thoughts or ideas so I know who's been here and what you think. Don't think you can fool me by staying silent, I can see that little pageview counter going up.

So please, don't do yourselves a disservice, leave some food for thought, even if its a simple hi.
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Kingikongi Featured By Owner Jun 3, 2005
thank you for the :+fav: and the beautiful poem.no there is no order
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halberdman Featured By Owner Jun 6, 2005   Photographer
you are welcome, and thank you
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