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AGE:
21
LOC: San Marcos, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 27
LOC: San Marcos, TX
GEN: Male
LAST LOGIN: April 27
It’s been sort of a two-year hiatus for me, but I’ve taken up trying to get my work out there again. I’m 20 and live in San Marcos, Texas.
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Maybe we're left at sea. A world to our own, With octopi and pufferfish, Clams opening in a salute, Sharks who see us and pass us benevolently. One human per unlimited blue, Unlimited, fragile, welcome, unwavering blue, Clear as day, romantic as night, Comforting as a mid-morning snack, Nothing to hide from, No luck, no shame. Caves are abundant in the sea, and there we sleep. Until the true darkness drifts over us, And we look to the stars and an unexpected shadow, With pouches and poles and...
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After passing a McDonald's, three Starbucks', Panhandle Pete's Pawn and Trade and a couple of homeless geriatrics washing a car I realize that I'm not quite sure why I'm going to Wal-Mart in the first place. I probably need something cheap and slightly obscure, like a tent or construction paper. Oh, that's right. Wasabi. It takes me five minutes to find an aisle in which to park, as no one wants to let me in even when I have the right-of-way. Once I find an aisle, I have to wait even longer;...
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An after image, a soul, a memory, epitaphs incite, Urging us to purge ourselves. A Conundrum. For as it is in the best of us the strength to crush or king, It must be those which cannot undo. Ultimately. Each morning drifts over the Seas of Hell, Without warning or greeting or Warmth. Our souls will rinse, and our eyes and mind and body, But never will daylight be the same, or be at all, Eternally? What can we do, strongest of humans, weakest of gods, With what weaknesses woe us? Enough. Ther...
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I'm a rough-riding pedestrian, A misogynist with a weak spot for women, A lean-lefting joke with no compatriots. My country is red and my prose is reader, My hands fight for dominance, My pride's left for Rome, "Let's get together" I say, Though I'm far from it, I know what I said. I'd admit I was a walking contradiction, But why would I be walking at all? My brain is riddled with peacock feathers, When the real problems are much too big. Chicken scratches, broken latches, Paying to live, Liv...
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Man has only one best friend and one worst enemy, and despite what he says, they can only be himself.
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How morose; I like it. I don't think you should make it more than a page, if you are to extend it. But I love the air of Que Sera Sera at the end, and a paragraph dedicated to Caroline's "nothing I can do" approach would be enjoyed.
The level of idiocy in every previous review by people who believe to recognize profundity entertains me. "That is, like, SO TRUE! You need to choose your words wisely!" "Not clever, been done, you're not original." This statement isn't like that oft-repeated quote at all. It's one thing for someone use discretion in what they say in everyday conversation, it's quite a different matter to suggest that one's most useful words may not be useful at all. Not to say this six-word quote is going to...
This bestows in me the same sort of charm that does something by Douglas Adams, which is always good. I'd suggest that you make it longer, but I'd rather see more bits like this. If length wouldn't detract from it though, go for it. That a man without a scalp could find anything obscene is hilarious.
I liked reading it, but I thought it was a little too ambiguous. Every time I thought I had the gist of what it was about something else would be added into the mix that would deteriorate it. "I linger on the breathe" should be breath
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