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United States
Current Residence: Tucson Arizona
Favourite genre of music: Aum
Favourite photographer: Of complete conciousness
Favourite style of art: Realist-abstract
Operating System: WHINDOWZE TWOTHOUSAND
MP3 player of choice: Winamplification
Shell of choice: Litestep
Wallpaper of choice: Current - Paz...-_-
Skin of choice: Dissipated
Favourite cartoon character: Spongebobs slightly rectangular panties
Personal Quote: Every star you have ever seen, is the reflection of dogmatic prearchy
Interests
Henry Rollins - I think I know you



I Know You
I know you
you were too short
you had bad skin
you couldn't talk to them very well
words didn't seem to work
they lied when they came out of your mouth
you tried so hard to understand them
you wanted to be part of what was happening
you saw them having fun
and it seemed like such a mystery
almost magic
made you think that there was something wrong with you
you'd look in the mirror trying to find it
you thought that you were ugly
and that everyone was looking at you
so you learned to be invisible
to look down
to avoid conversation
the hours
days
weekends
ah the weekend nights, alone
where were you
in the basement?
in the attic?
in your room?
working some job?
just to have something to do
just to have a place to put yourself
just to have a way to get away from them
a chance to get away from the ones that made you feel so strange and ill-at-ease inside yourself
did you ever get invited to one of their parties
you sat and wondered if you would go or not
for hours you imagined the scenarios that might transpire
they would laugh at you
if you would know what to do
if you would have the right things on
if they would notice that you came from a different planet
did you get all brave in your thoughts
like you were going to be able to go in there and deal with it
and have a great time
did you think that you might be "the life of the party"
that all these people were gonna talk to you
and you would find out that you were wrong
that you had a lot of friends
and you weren't so strange after all?
did you end up going
did they mess with you
did they single you out
did you find out that you were invited
because they thought you were so weird
yeah, I think I know you
you spent a lot of time full of hate
a hate that was pure as sunshine
a hate that saw for miles
a hate that kept you up at night
a hate that filled your every waking moment
a hate that carried you for a long time
yes I think I know you
you couldn't figure out what they saw and the way they lived
home was not home
your room was home
a corner was home
the place they weren't- that was home
I know you
you're sensitive
and you hide it, because you fear getting stepped on one more time
it seems that when you show a part of yourself that is the least bit vulnerable
someone takes advantage of you
one of them steps on you
they mistake kindness for weakness
but you know the difference
you've been the brunt of their weakness for years
and strength is something you know a bit about
because you had to be strong to keep yourself alive
you know yourself very well now
and you don't trust people
you know them too well
you try to find that "special person"
someone you can be with
someone you can touch
someone you can talk to
someone you won't feel so strange around
and you found that they don't really exist
you feel closer to people on movie screens
yeah, I think I know you
you spend a lot of time daydreaming
and people have made comment to that effect
telling you that you're "self-involved" and "self-centered"
but they don't know, do they
about the long nightshifts alone
about the years of keeping yourself company
all the nights you wrapped your arms around yourself
so you could imagine someone holding you
the hours of indecision
self-doubt
the intense depression
the blinding hate
the rage that made you stagger
the devastation of rejection
well
maybe they do know
but if they do
they sure do a good job of hiding it
it astounds you how they can be so smooth
how they seem to pass through life as if life itself was some divine gift
and it infuriates you to watch yourself with your apparent skill,
and finding every way possible to screw it up
for you, life is a long trip
terrifying and wonderful
birds sing to you at night
the rain and the sun
the changing seasons
are true friends
solitude is a hard won ally
faithful and patient
yeah, I think I know you

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JessikaInAZ Featured By Owner Feb 10, 2007  Hobbyist Photographer
Great stuff...



...admiring the scenery...

...love the wordsmithing....

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15stitches Featured By Owner Apr 6, 2006  Hobbyist Writer
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pagantribalart Featured By Owner Sep 23, 2005
Blessed Mabon! (although slightly belated, oops!)

*jaspenelle - the calendar manager for =pagantribalart
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Heaza Featured By Owner Sep 13, 2005
Nice gallery fellow deviant! Just wanted to say hello :wave:
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Awi Featured By Owner Apr 15, 2005
O.o another account?!
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jesusbite Featured By Owner Feb 13, 2005
So, I finally got a list up and running for the Link of the Night. If you're not on it (as in, don't get this message, and you want to), shoot me a note, or leave a message or just somehow let me know. Same goes for the instance that you want off the list - please let me know.

Happiness, by .
The Interview, by .
Rusting Bridges of Suburbia, by .

So, I did some peruzing, and earthed up these three pieces.
Happiness is beautiful in its own simplicity, and has a subtle kick to it that I find lacking in a lot of reading these days.
The Interview is an interesting little for-the-stage piece that I found myself cracking up over, all over the place. There's some great humor and dialogue going on here, as well as some great subtle toss-ins for the actors to experiment with. Something I would love to see performed.
While Rusting Bridges of Suburbia might be a little ho-hum subject-wise, the rhythm and control of meter that ~ honestbrutality has accomplished here is impeccable. It takes a lot of practice and a lot of control of vocabulary to get a good rhythm in a slam piece these days, and it's done beautifully here.



Get writing, fuckos. *jesusbite
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lilpixie Featured By Owner Dec 26, 2004
:rudolph::snowing:Happy Holidays!! It's finally time to partay!!:drunk::strip:
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jesusbite Featured By Owner Oct 18, 2004
So, after a long undue abscence, the Link of the Night returns. Yeah. Enjoy it while it lasts.

After looking through some of the new submissions, I couldn't find anything worthy, so I went back to my old bookmarks and looked through them, trying to find which could stand the test of time.

The pieces I chose were stunning, and still are. They could use some polish, a little TLC, but in their own right, they're golden (albiet buried under some layers of dust).

Thieves Army - Final by is a stunning (little) epic.

Dear Fellow Sagittarian by just grooves along to its own little melody.



Here is to a (triumphant?) return!

Much love, huggings, kissings, and oral sex from your pal, .
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