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Speak mouth by neasatomosnihil, literature

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Speak mouth

Smell of fire, the roiling pyramid stoking commas with special attention to the senses panorama A.J.'s Annual Party, --a hitch rig shot from within, the young man grinding his teeth _uprooting molar by molar as if he was never satisfied by- a white outline around every licking spark: A small contribution for the oxygen starved counters.

Se-rated Line by neasatomosnihil, literature

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Se-rated Line

begin talking. being of the same disposition -as the rest of us can attest- consider yourself the focus of all things clacked or otherwise cracked or othersides It can't be helped. It can be helped. Inaction is the key. Given a long enough period of inactivity, given two hands full of yellow pistons: the real reason for peanut oil. Recipient's signature is required confirming the understanding of the above contract X_________________________

In earnest the Seahorse dictates left and right by neasatomosnihil, literature

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In earnest the Seahorse dictates left and right

White blankets, shades the calm lock, the calm lock, the calm locks fingers into symbols, into traffic. Traffic backs down to modest cretins m t a h r r c o the resist, the laydown, and the smile of the crooked parlor tattoo h u on top of the disheveled storage space, this being the one time i g you have to think n h g mud thoughts and tired confusion. Two people sit down at a table across the way and you think to yourself about what the sky would say in your position.

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Blood by neasatomosnihil, literature

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Layers of noise are shedding from the considerate octopus cooking up pot stickers in the furnace at the bottom of the sea. Gusts of wind flood into the room stoking the fire bringing the food to a boil and the considerate octopus stretches her arms around the pot. She brines tacky nostalgia ensuring that the flimsy caterpillar develops shiny slimy suckers. The flimsy caterpillar stirs from its cave as sunlight pierces the ocean floor. Refuse splashes above as the land creatures toss expletives at each other revolving like potty trained squirrels. It would only take the swiveling head of a calm hamster to stop the nonsense. But that'

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How dare they interfere by neasatomosnihil, literature

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How dare they interfere

Suppose a penman inquired about a blacksmith. Hailing from letters and words the penman would be hard pressed to understand subtleties involved in smelting. Likewise the blacksmith lacks the allusions to devise an analysis of literature. Somewhere between lies a crux, a middle ground. This vacancy lends and borrows, burrows and fills with purpose. No vacancy. Writing checks in. Perhaps it is a vehicle of wrath in my case. Often writing is a medium to vent my spleen. Whether it is existential dread or test anxiety, given enough heat I can pound my thoughts into shape. Specifically creative writing provides a sort of freedom a music class on

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Speak mouth by neasatomosnihil, literature

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Se-rated Line by neasatomosnihil, literature

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Se-rated Line

In earnest the Seahorse dictates left and right by neasatomosnihil, literature

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In earnest the Seahorse dictates left and right

I'll cry for you by neasatomosnihil, literature

It's it. by neasatomosnihil, literature

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Blood

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How dare they interfere by neasatomosnihil, literature

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A.C.T.I.E chapter 5 by Midnight-playground, literature

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A.C.T.I.E chapter 5

Chapter5: Scraps and… The darkness enveloped us immediately. I took a glance over my shoulder; the opening out of the forest was closing. The light within, dwindling. I jumped as my bare feet pressed into a pile of brittle twigs Morana looked over her shoulder then back again. The sounds of nothingness filled my ears; the sound of silence twisted the air. The fear that had crept inside of me earlier, was now full blown, my eyes frantically scanned the darkness that surrounded me. I could neither see nor hear anything, but I could most definitely sense it, I could sense the entire forest, as if it possessed sight. I watched t

5000 by Midnight-playground, journal

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Jul 12, 2009

On account of all DeviantArt users I would like to apologize. You see recently I was possessed, possessed with the will to be something I am not. Two foot long horns protuded from my forehead, my canines grew twice there size, my snout widened to a the size of a dinner plate. my eyes turned a burning red, my skin scaled over with a thick calouse that covered my entire body, my hair notted and twisted, I was what the world hated, a troll. Upon the day I turned into such a monstrosity I couldnt controll myself I went ramped upon the deviant art page like a rabbid cougor it was terrible (no pun intended) I truly felt the wrath of the deviant

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Smile honey by neasatomosnihil, literature

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Smile honey

He's towards planks of uncertainty blown by sheets of tension. One foot in front of the other into that unwritten future Joe always talked about. His shoulders blush at the opportunity and I can't help but lick my lips when his hips swing to and fro. A grimace at his ingenuity. By means I could only hope to mention Jack rips the flesh of an otherwise hospitable situation. The wind slides its fibrous fingers across the ripened stalks enclosing this otherwise hospitable situation. I was uncertain. Like James said "it could curdle your heartstrings." That prominent chisel stru

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He didn't seem to care. There was a listlessness in him toward things that people wanted and needed. He lived in a strange silent house and looked out of it through calm eyes. He was a stranger to all the world, but he was not lonely.

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neasatomosnihil

Nov 18, 2011

Bark

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Before we move on to the next topic,  sit back and ponder the inconsistencies   of the formerly dominant culture of the world. And that like every empire of the past it's simply a matter of time before we move on to the next topic.

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Nov 17, 2011

'Fake Deviants'- ' '

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"A teacher in New York was teaching her class about bullying and gave them the following exercise to perform. She had the children take out a piece of paper and told them to crumple it up, stomp on it and really mess it up, not to rip it. Then she had them unfold the paper, smooth it out and look at how scarred and dirty it was. She then told them to tell it they're sorry. Now, even though they said they were sorry and tried to fix the paper, she pointed out all the scars they left behind. And that those scars will never go away no matter how hard they tried to fix it. That is what happens when a child bullies another child, they may say they