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Eric - Status: Member
- Angsty Poet
- Male/United States
- Offline for 1w 4d 19h 35m 4s
- Deviant since Nov 30, 2005, 11:30 PM
- 37 Deviations
- 2 Scraps [browse]
- 16 Deviation Comments
- 19 Deviant Comments
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Time and IntentTime and IntentTime and Intent
I Well that’s it isn’t it? There’s little more to say other than repeat the words that in our letters are now so fabulously overplayed. But the entertainment to be gained by mimicking fool proof tales, known to create delight in those whose eyes for leisure or pursuits would glance across the lines or fixate on the screen that do dare not pleasure fail, is great enough that revival is enjoyed, and not to mention marketable.
(the cover has raised letters the title tops the ne
in Open on 1/2/08
Thomas Chattertonif in my attic I claimed to find a pile of manuscripts— the lost texts of george gordon 200 hundred years ancient— and published them with his credentials and scholars touched their chins saying yes yes profound indeed, but it was later found that my pen had defaced the page (sentence: fraud: guilty: fine: can’t pay: jail) and from my cell I cried querrell, querrell, remember de gustibus non disputandur, et cetera, dulce et dec… cetera, (pretentieux)Thomas Chatterton
dominus pacem platano garble garble das
glasperlenspiel veda rectum beta shantih shantih…
in Open on 11/5/07
Happy SolipsismI think, how many people made me today? The leather-worker who made my shoes; the dead designer whose protégé designed them; the farmer who lives on pennies so as to keep my coffee cheap; the foreman who oversaw the factory that made my buzzer which removed my hair last night; the guy at the thrift store who sold me my jeans; the doctor who fixed my leg when the curb broke it; the plain girl who sold me my shirt; whoever it was who wore these jeans before me; the girl in the field who harvested the cotton that made my shirt; the driver who drove the shirt to the store; the tongue that licked the envelope which accepted me to collegeHappy Solipsism
in General Fiction on 11/5/07
Hart Cranesilently stalking aliterations, devices enjambed into weapons mechanically fixed in cross sight waiting, growing older every blinkHart Crane
waiting. in steps a hart. gun loaded towards symbol, symbol towards loaded gun?
no rebirth, foal weighty beast.
he blinks, like a dear in gun sights, boomboom, boomboom, boomboom, crumpling down, falling antlers, falling rump, falling face, fell
eyes still open, vertically crossing ground, unblinki
in Open on 11/5/07
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PrideDevious Information
- Emailericnxpres@yahoo.com
- AIMohCaptainCapital
- Current Age: 21
- Current Residence: Manhattan
- Interests: Musicals, Poetry, Myself
- Favourite movie: Me and You and Everyone We Know
- Favourite artist: Carravagio, Magritte, Van Gogh, Degas
- Favourite poet or writer: Hart Crane
- Favourite photographer: David laChappelle
- Favourite game: Life
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Knowledge speaks, but wisdom listens. - Jimmi Hendrix
Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
Glad
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"As forth came the skeletal hand from above, mankind looked toward the heavens with astounding realism, and concluded the transparency of the mirage. It was, in all honesty, the opiet of the people."
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"Fuck, I'm pissed. I'm going home to beat my cat. "
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the grammer may be bad and the punctuation may be none exsitant but you get the Idea!!
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Hailey: *raises hand* Mr. Ulmer, I have multiple questions..
Mr. Ulmer: And I have multiple answers.
Aric: I HAVE MULTIPLESCLOROSIS.
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Keep the fire alive.
I'm sorry it's taken so long to get back to you
Alex
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Welcome to DA
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