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Loss

She was a very, very silly person who married a very nice man. The two of them, eventually, made the woman who would be my mother. She was a very nice person who married a very nice man and had a very nice daughter who (if I may) had a very nice son. She’s been dead for over a year now. And I miss her. I miss her very much. The fact that I will never see my grandmother again hurts me. It literally hurts me. I feel this…pain inside my chest when I think about how she and I will never hug again or make silly jokes. She was a silly person after all. But what hurts me more than that is seeing my mother’s face when she remember

Afraid

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Afraid

I’m not scared of black men or white men Or right men or wrong men I’m not scared of that burly guy or the one who always sits alone in the corner I’m not afraid of those men I’m afraid of straight men Their heteronormativity makes me uneasy It makes me walk to my car alone at night with my keys squeezed between my fingers Like Wolverine if he were afraid of the dark Or the things that walk there spouting “bro” They make me afraid of my own hands and weak wrists Of my hands and his hands and they make us keep them at our sides When we just want to walk and be free and freely hold our hands Hand in hand

Maven: Part 5

Maven: Part 4

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Maven: Part 4

        A week after her not-date with Vera, Lucy Harker stepped out of bed onto the cold hardwood of her townhouse and immediately fell onto her knees. She panted for a moment, grasping her head because it was spinning. She had felt so weak, so light headed the last few days. It was almost like her strength had been draining while she slept.        She shambled into the bathroom and threw some cold water onto her face, hoping it would invigorate her as sleep had not, and was appalled at what she saw. Her face was so pale, almost anemic. The circles under her eyes had been steadily increasing in circumference every day, and there was practic

Maven: Part 3

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Maven: Part 3

        “Oof!” the red-haired woman said with an air of exhaustion as she plopped down on the bench, making it shake. The young woman reading was startled out of her young adult book by the sudden tremor and he eyes flashed to the stranger sitting next to her.        “Oh, sorry about that. I’ve been on my feet all day and this is the first time I’ve got to sit down.” Her eyes twinkled green as she made eye contact.        ”It’s...ok” The young woman stammered before trying to return to her book. But for some reason, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, she felt inclined to talk

Maven: Part 2

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Maven: Part 2

        “Here ya’ go Raven, and when you lock up tonight be sure to double check all the doors. Since that church fire the other day the boss has been paranoid about arsonist.”        “Really?” Maven said as she took the set of keys from the pudgy man in the unfortunate looking suit. “Why would anyone care enough to burn this place down? It’s just a regular old office building.”        The pudgy man shrugged.        “I don’t know. I think it’s bull shit, but he’s up for promotion to corporate and wants to crack the whip a little I guess. Feh.” He rolled his eyes

One does not understand

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One does not understand

        One does not understand, fully, what death is until one has felt it. Yes, from a young age we “know” what death is, but we do not know death. At least, hopefully we don’t. I was largely…not academic per se, but…theoretical. I knew people all over the world were dying all the time from this and that and that this was very sad but true. I knew it, but I didn’t feel it. And that’s what really matters. It’s how it feels, how the lose hits you slowly over and over again like waves crushing you against the rocks. The world is not the same as it was and it never can be again because a person

Maven

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Maven

        “What are you going to do next? Flick Gatorade at me?”        The vampire looked at her now trembling advisory, the priest who had been hunting her these many months. There were no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. Well, there was one “butt.” His, and dat ass was soon to be grass.        The maven of the night brushed the few flecks of so called “holy” liquid off of her cheek, and smiled at the man she had penned to the floor of his own church as it burned around them. It was funny, she thought, if he hadn’t been so caught up in catching her she wouldn’t have decided to

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You're going to laugh, you're

You're going to laugh, you're going to die. You're going to sneeze you're going to cry. You will fart and you will pee, life if short and temporary. Fun and friends, being pissed and being kind. It’s all a matter of time. It’s going to all happen just wait and see, same for you and same for me.
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Loss

L

Loss

She was a very, very silly person who married a very nice man. The two of them, eventually, made the woman who would be my mother. She was a very nice person who married a very nice man and had a very nice daughter who (if I may) had a very nice son. She’s been dead for over a year now. And I miss her. I miss her very much. The fact that I will never see my grandmother again hurts me. It literally hurts me. I feel this…pain inside my chest when I think about how she and I will never hug again or make silly jokes. She was a silly person after all. But what hurts me more than that is seeing my mother’s face when she remember

Afraid

A

Afraid

I’m not scared of black men or white men Or right men or wrong men I’m not scared of that burly guy or the one who always sits alone in the corner I’m not afraid of those men I’m afraid of straight men Their heteronormativity makes me uneasy It makes me walk to my car alone at night with my keys squeezed between my fingers Like Wolverine if he were afraid of the dark Or the things that walk there spouting “bro” They make me afraid of my own hands and weak wrists Of my hands and his hands and they make us keep them at our sides When we just want to walk and be free and freely hold our hands Hand in hand

Maven: Part 5

Maven: Part 4

M

Maven: Part 4

        A week after her not-date with Vera, Lucy Harker stepped out of bed onto the cold hardwood of her townhouse and immediately fell onto her knees. She panted for a moment, grasping her head because it was spinning. She had felt so weak, so light headed the last few days. It was almost like her strength had been draining while she slept.        She shambled into the bathroom and threw some cold water onto her face, hoping it would invigorate her as sleep had not, and was appalled at what she saw. Her face was so pale, almost anemic. The circles under her eyes had been steadily increasing in circumference every day, and there was practic

Maven: Part 3

M

Maven: Part 3

        “Oof!” the red-haired woman said with an air of exhaustion as she plopped down on the bench, making it shake. The young woman reading was startled out of her young adult book by the sudden tremor and he eyes flashed to the stranger sitting next to her.        “Oh, sorry about that. I’ve been on my feet all day and this is the first time I’ve got to sit down.” Her eyes twinkled green as she made eye contact.        ”It’s...ok” The young woman stammered before trying to return to her book. But for some reason, she couldn’t quite put her finger on it, she felt inclined to talk

Maven: Part 2

M

Maven: Part 2

        “Here ya’ go Raven, and when you lock up tonight be sure to double check all the doors. Since that church fire the other day the boss has been paranoid about arsonist.”        “Really?” Maven said as she took the set of keys from the pudgy man in the unfortunate looking suit. “Why would anyone care enough to burn this place down? It’s just a regular old office building.”        The pudgy man shrugged.        “I don’t know. I think it’s bull shit, but he’s up for promotion to corporate and wants to crack the whip a little I guess. Feh.” He rolled his eyes

One does not understand

O

One does not understand

        One does not understand, fully, what death is until one has felt it. Yes, from a young age we “know” what death is, but we do not know death. At least, hopefully we don’t. I was largely…not academic per se, but…theoretical. I knew people all over the world were dying all the time from this and that and that this was very sad but true. I knew it, but I didn’t feel it. And that’s what really matters. It’s how it feels, how the lose hits you slowly over and over again like waves crushing you against the rocks. The world is not the same as it was and it never can be again because a person

Maven

M

Maven

        “What are you going to do next? Flick Gatorade at me?”        The vampire looked at her now trembling advisory, the priest who had been hunting her these many months. There were no if’s, and’s, or but’s about it. Well, there was one “butt.” His, and dat ass was soon to be grass.        The maven of the night brushed the few flecks of so called “holy” liquid off of her cheek, and smiled at the man she had penned to the floor of his own church as it burned around them. It was funny, she thought, if he hadn’t been so caught up in catching her she wouldn’t have decided to

You're going to laugh, you're

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You're going to laugh, you're

You're going to laugh, you're going to die. You're going to sneeze you're going to cry. You will fart and you will pee, life if short and temporary. Fun and friends, being pissed and being kind. It’s all a matter of time. It’s going to all happen just wait and see, same for you and same for me.
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Hello! I'm MarcoDelMarco, and I oh so hope that you enjoy my art. It may not be the absolute best, but I do try my best to make all my stuff of good quality.

Current Residence: Earth, for now...
Favourite genre of music: Rock
Shell of choice: Sea
Favourite cartoon character: Oh, way too many
Personal Quote: Everyone is weird, some are just better at hiding it.

Favourite Movies
Clue
Favourite Books
All literature has some promise, and some draw backs
Favourite Writers
Those who can craft a narrative without making me hate the plot/characters
Favourite Games
Bioshock, L4D, Fable(I,II,III), all Dragon Age, all Mass Effect
Favourite Gaming Platform
X-Box, sorry Wii I'm too lazy to move my entire arm
Other Interests
I love anything creative, even though I'm not so good at some...(Damn Tombone!)

Dang.

Dang.

Got dang it's been a long time since I did anything on here! Sorry about that. I just wanted to do a quick journal entry to assure you that I am, in fact, alive. This is my senior year of college and I've been super busy. :( Though I have been spending some time with my blog http://intestinalbookworms.blogspot.com/ if you want to check that out. It's some nifty literature talk!

Blog!

Blog!

I've got a brand spaking new blog! http://intestinalbookworms.blogspot.com/ Intestinal Bookworms is me looking at and discussing literature. This can range from examining the writing style of Gertrude Stein to talking about how Twilight makes me want to eat a gun. Fun time! Also, I might be changing my DA name to reflect this.

Just a heads up

Just a heads up

For my honors senior project in college I going to be using pretty much everything in my zombie folder to make a collective work. Because I'm using them for a grade, and pretty damn important one at that, I shall soon have to delete them from my DA account. I'm going to to this to avoid being accused of stealing my own work, just in case my professor decides to search the interwebs for any of the stories in my collection. SOOOoo.....yeah. If you like my zombie lit I'm sorry. It hurts a little to take them down and loose all those lovely "likes" and comments, but it has to be done. Maybe I'll resubmit them after my project is over? I don't kn

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