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I have read written spoken analysed Interpreted dissected regurgitated Discussed too many English words They are becoming foreign Muddled, confusing conflicting One another so that Interrelated disgust directed Hypertextually between Syntaxes of hyperbolic Cross-generic transmutations Blur gently with hyperactive Crosshatches of transpondent Derigent authoritative Contextualised butterlilies Pancake their permeated Skin with teeth of automethnic Corrugations that hold relations To municipality and cross-nar- Rative  transgeneric hatchises Transcribing death from a stringer Of reflexive adjuncts on discursive Rhetorical explosives exposi
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Four
Wake up. Song playing in my head. Play it out. Heard it before? No, made it up this time. On repeat all morning, the same Snatch of music, no origin, No end. Repeat, repeat, Repeat. Da-dum, da-dum, Da-dum.   Da-dum. Has to be four. Do it again. Dadum dadum dadum dadum. Boil the kettle, choose a mug. If you don't choose the right one, You'll feel like shit all day. Agonising tension. Breaks, I choose a mug. Hope it's the right one, it is it is it is it is. (it isn't.) It is. Pick a teaspoon. Better get the right one, Or you don't love your mum. I do love her, I do love her. Prove it. The right one. There. Now stir. Four times
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Train
Ticket machine - ding Sit down, look down; things look up Two coins wink at me
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Writer
Spinning words around Sorting out pairs on a line Need to wash my clothes
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Bus
Running on empty Deflated tired germ box Indicates coldly
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Kmart
You had baked beans for breakfast, You’re starting to fart; It’s getting stronger the longer You stay in Kmart. You can’t run away, You must buy that cake mixture. You look to the roof, A quick escape you can’t picture. You're offensively smelly, But without cake mix there’s nothing To have with the jelly – Or could you try chicken stuffing? Abandoning your shopping, You race out the store. To the loo you come hopping, Thoughts of dinner no more. It's funny how crises can alter your views, Whittling life down to its core. What does it matter which cake mix you choose When your bowels have come to the fore
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Separation
        One of my worst memories has always been the time when Dad came to visit us at Jonathan Street. I was about three, and my parents were about two years out of love. I mustn't have seen Dad in a while because I was scared, despite their encouragement, to cross from my position behind Mum's skirt over the neutral carpet to Dad's arms. I'm not even sure if I recognised him.        There are some photos from my birthday that year - just my parents, three family friends and a big cake - in which I can see so much sadness behind the smiles directed at me. I am, of course, oblivious. There are two breathing tubes going up Dad's nose that I
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Birthday Sonnet
Today I have to write a sonnet And since your birthday falls quite soon, Seeking a subject, I alighted upon it. But what to say, and to which tune? To speak my heart with words will always fail To grasp the wondrous truth: you simply are. My lens of letters, lines and sounds only veils; The vision in my mind can't see that far. It's the anniversary of confessing love And still there's nothing else that rings as true. Perhaps I should study the purity thereof And just say it again: I love you. Nah, jokes are way better, greatest of all arts. Happy birthday, you weirdo, fart fart fart.
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I have read written spoken analysed Interpreted dissected regurgitated Discussed too many English words They are becoming foreign Muddled, confusing conflicting One another so that Interrelated disgust directed Hypertextually between Syntaxes of hyperbolic Cross-generic transmutations Blur gently with hyperactive Crosshatches of transpondent Derigent authoritative Contextualised butterlilies Pancake their permeated Skin with teeth of automethnic Corrugations that hold relations To municipality and cross-nar- Rative  transgeneric hatchises Transcribing death from a stringer Of reflexive adjuncts on discursive Rhetorical explosives exposi
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Four
Wake up. Song playing in my head. Play it out. Heard it before? No, made it up this time. On repeat all morning, the same Snatch of music, no origin, No end. Repeat, repeat, Repeat. Da-dum, da-dum, Da-dum.   Da-dum. Has to be four. Do it again. Dadum dadum dadum dadum. Boil the kettle, choose a mug. If you don't choose the right one, You'll feel like shit all day. Agonising tension. Breaks, I choose a mug. Hope it's the right one, it is it is it is it is. (it isn't.) It is. Pick a teaspoon. Better get the right one, Or you don't love your mum. I do love her, I do love her. Prove it. The right one. There. Now stir. Four times
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Train
Ticket machine - ding Sit down, look down; things look up Two coins wink at me
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Writer
Spinning words around Sorting out pairs on a line Need to wash my clothes
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Bus
Running on empty Deflated tired germ box Indicates coldly
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Kmart
You had baked beans for breakfast, You’re starting to fart; It’s getting stronger the longer You stay in Kmart. You can’t run away, You must buy that cake mixture. You look to the roof, A quick escape you can’t picture. You're offensively smelly, But without cake mix there’s nothing To have with the jelly – Or could you try chicken stuffing? Abandoning your shopping, You race out the store. To the loo you come hopping, Thoughts of dinner no more. It's funny how crises can alter your views, Whittling life down to its core. What does it matter which cake mix you choose When your bowels have come to the fore
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Separation
        One of my worst memories has always been the time when Dad came to visit us at Jonathan Street. I was about three, and my parents were about two years out of love. I mustn't have seen Dad in a while because I was scared, despite their encouragement, to cross from my position behind Mum's skirt over the neutral carpet to Dad's arms. I'm not even sure if I recognised him.        There are some photos from my birthday that year - just my parents, three family friends and a big cake - in which I can see so much sadness behind the smiles directed at me. I am, of course, oblivious. There are two breathing tubes going up Dad's nose that I
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Birthday Sonnet
Today I have to write a sonnet And since your birthday falls quite soon, Seeking a subject, I alighted upon it. But what to say, and to which tune? To speak my heart with words will always fail To grasp the wondrous truth: you simply are. My lens of letters, lines and sounds only veils; The vision in my mind can't see that far. It's the anniversary of confessing love And still there's nothing else that rings as true. Perhaps I should study the purity thereof And just say it again: I love you. Nah, jokes are way better, greatest of all arts. Happy birthday, you weirdo, fart fart fart.
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'Twas the night before Christmas, when all through dA, Not a troll was stirring, nor Grinch in his sleigh. Deviations were hung in digital Galleries with care, In hopes that +Favourites soon would be there. The n00bs were nestled all snug in their beds, While visions of Daily Deviations danced in their heads. And Fella in his 'kerchief, and spyed (https://www.deviantart.com/spyed) with his night-light, Had just settled down to log-off for the night, When over in the Forums there arose such a clatter, Fella sprang back online to see what was the matter. To the browser window he flew like a flash, Tore open the tabs and refreshed the cache. When what to his art-loving ey
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I'm falling apart
Friends, This is probably the longest personal journal I've ever written. I certainly don't expect everyone (or anyone) to read it, but I felt like getting it all on "paper" as it seems like the type of "adventure" I'll look back on when I'm old and gray. Dodgeball in Southern California is kind of a big deal. That same game you played in elementary school with red rubber balls has been updated and modified for adults. The Los Angeles area alone is home to over ten dodgeball leagues, featuring play that ranges from "soft core" (for beginners) to "hard core" (for serious-types). I've been playing dodgeball for about three years now, but hav
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I've just returned from the most awesome week in which I saw Muse TWICE, and stood in the FRONT ROW for the first concert, and PHYSICALLY HELD MATT BELLAMY'S RIGHT HAND, and MADE EYE CONTACT with Chris thereby becoming Wolstenpregnant, and SANG DOM HAPPY BIRTHDAY, and what do I find when I check my messages? HOLY FLIPPIN' SHIT, A DD!!! AND FOR A SHORT STORY, NO LESS!! This truly is the cherry on top of the Cake of Wonder that has been the last seven days. A Daily Deviation is something I never expected to get, despite wishing I could. I am blown away by not only my selection but also the fantastic comments people have left on the deviatio
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Percyfan94Student General Artist
Hi.
Merci, thank you for the watch !...
Oleg-BardenkovProfessional Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday!!!!!!!!!:) (Smile) 
petrovaHobbyist
Thank you SO much for all the favs,
it's truly appreciated :glomp:
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Horny!           :heart: rvmp 
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Happy Birthday Rowena !
.... hope your special day is beautiful !
May the coming year bring love, happiness and all you desire!

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senadorHobbyist Writer
Many happy returns of the day. :cake: :party: :hug:
Oleg-BardenkovProfessional Traditional Artist
Happy Birthday, Dear Rowena!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Hug