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purgatory, here. by jacman, literature

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purgatory, here.

i get the timbers that Support the walls as Black flies surround me While i build these halls Black flies, taskmaster's black flies i breathe them in and permit them i breathe them out as sand, on salt Water veins. And there is sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand infinitum, sand infinitum Sand...

Her by jacman, literature

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Her

Lately I've been thinking about two words: Solitude and loneliness. By definition, it hurts to be lonely, and solitude is just fine. It is said to be the glory and exuberance of being on one's own, but, lately, I don't know that word. It's like every day I don't wake up with the sun, but every day I wait up by the phone and nights that I sit waiting for you to come home. "Be safe and watch yourself, the drunks are out at night while you're driving blitzed. And death to the one who might hit you, and death to me for not being right there in the passenger seat when they throw you off the road. Death to the world that comes after you, beca

glass beach. by jacman, literature

frail, earthen, light. by jacman, literature

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frail, earthen, light.

riding beside highways, i'm watching the light from the towns and villages beside, hidden behind the road there is light springing. lightning strikes from earth to sky, frail arms that beg the sky, "oh, come," they beckon, offering to lead, "oh, come, dance with me." the frail arms of earth, "oh, come, retake our ballroom." frail arms that remember the caress, the steps, pace, tempo, rhythm, swing "come back to me, my sweetest sky. it's been so long. sweetest stars, come down. sweetest sky, fall for me once more." i cry, i whisper, "no." earth grasps, earth begs, "please." sky is starry, sky is silent.

fault lines. by jacman, literature

deserts away. by jacman, literature

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purgatory, here. by jacman, literature

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purgatory, here.

Her by jacman, literature

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Her

glass beach. by jacman, literature

frail, earthen, light. by jacman, literature

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frail, earthen, light.

fault lines. by jacman, literature

deserts away. by jacman, literature

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Omniscience by scarecrow-circus, literature

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Omniscience

You are alone. I can see you now, in my ever-omniscient mind's eye. You are alone, and you are unhappy about it. You are sitting upon the floor wringing your hands, wishing that days did not exist and nights were not so dark. You are thinking of how cold the air is and how silent the house is. Yes, you are exactly as I want you. I laugh, triumphantly, bitterly, miles away with my eyes closed to the nighttime and to reality.

train by scarecrow-circus, literature

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train

The train slithered and chugged past the blur of silhouetted mountain peaks. Rain left snail-trails upon the dirty rattling window. She was still unused to the reflection outlined like a translucent shadow upon the glass. Looking out, past her own unfamiliar face, she could see the edge of the mountain hugging close to the tracks. Fear gripped her nerves for a brief, flitting moment-- before she composed herself and turned her eyes away. Upon the fabric of her olive green skirt rested her calendar, now a worn thing with most of the dates scratched out with dark ink. Tomorrow was circled numerous times, like a

to the worms by scarecrow-circus, literature

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to the worms

Ah, see how the cruel hand of fate has dealt me fear and woe, exile and pain. It is like a dealer trained in the art of prestidigitation; I am seated before a cheat, a thief, the gears which turn the universe itself and set the stars to spinning. The wondrous fields of Elysian are burned, decayed, and around me light filters through the smoke-- surreal. But this never meant anything to the worms.

on tempered beams by Serephemeral, literature

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on tempered beams

(after ee cummings) on tempered beams feet kicking a watery air a Runner sits talking to a bird "sometimes it rains and sometimes they can swim;picture them in their suits, getting ready to dive;but if I try to swim, I would somehow sink to bottom" (and she runs, running) "but I believe I will join them today in the pool" Runner kicks a foot green and blue "if I try hard enough it will happen, and they will help me remembering to paddle through a rain" (a drop hits a hand a bird leaves a beam a shoe pushes a pavement a fish lands in a water)

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the only one left... by jacman, visual art

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Deviant for 17 years
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I might be the least interesting person living, or the greatest explorer to trod the earth.

Current Residence: Waterford, Michigan
Skin of choice: my skin, I guess

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I'm Not There/The Big Lebowski

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Trent Reznor

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doodling, synthesizers, robots, vagrants

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jacman

Aug 30, 2010

Realize

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Realize that all life will ever amount to is a constant game of bait and switch, bait and switch, bait and switch.

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jacman

May 25, 2010

darling.

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i've come to realize that nobody on this fucking website looks at anyone's entire gallery. no one goes into the person, no one. they don't bother to check into the other bits and pieces that form the composite. they're only content with a thumbnail. would this not suggest to a logical mind that art suffers in our present? i don't know. i'm not an artist, i never claimed to be, and if i did, then hang me. all i want is to provoke thought with imagery and literature. i don't want money. i don't want acclaim. i don't want to be called a fucking artist. i want people to think hard. and think about why they think their thoughts. if you're able an

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jacman

Mar 28, 2010

permit parking.

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i've got nothing better to do than more c-phen today. i spent about 4 hours in the clinic today. cleared up the hives really nicely, but i'm not through them yet. we figure it must have been the amoxicillin. looks like i won't be taking many antibiotics, in any case. tonight, she's out "trying coke." she says she'll be fine, that it's just a try. but she already smoked, had vicodin, and robitussin. what about synergistic effects? what about life? what void is this filling, honestly? she and i discussed it when she nearly ODed on codeine. we spoke about less drugs, less powerful drugs, about thinking about what you're doing. i helped her brea

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scarecrow-circus

Jun 21, 2010

Thanks for the faves and the watch! Much appreciated, my friend.

jacman

Jun 21, 2010

sure thing, thanks in return.

LeFinAbsolueDuMonde

May 28, 2010

Hey :] Thanks for the add...and the comment!

jacman

Jun 2, 2010

yeah man. i enjoy it all.

sinner-moon

May 25, 2010

thanks 4 the add u.u stay (sic)

omgitsbrandon

Jun 24, 2009

Hey jacman, you probably don't remember me but it's theoracle from RvB. I just wanted to stop by and say what's up, and also thank you for being so damn nice to me on RvB all the time. Thanks, PM back if you would please.

jacman

Jun 29, 2009

word. i haven't messed around on that site in ages, i've been thinking about it though.