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My Misery. by aenim-a, literature

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My Misery.

My Misery, Tasting the fruit of sacred ointments, kissing scars that never seem to heal, with lips of passionate vinegar. My one escape from the happiness, and the truth of it all, my one retribution cuts, and bleeds me to the core. My misery, with comforting long nails, scraping my back, pleading me to burn myself more, A symbol for corporate consumerism, and the dire existence to. feed kill feed. seed upon seed, of barren desire, to withdrawn from this demon, this venomous snake, with her tounge of candy, divided into seperate sweet-tickled desires. Childhood memories, can always be turned into fickle fascinations, th

Child Cry Dove by aenim-a, literature

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Child Cry Dove

Child. Dry your tears, and bite the bullet, your not the empathy you drag yourself along the bottom with. You are the reason your still breathing, you keep breathing to stay sober, and staying sober means breaking symbols. and diving into the mouth of a snake is metaphoricly dangerous. Tears run like rivers, and my father sings a snake. for once in your life taste the wine, don't drink it, or gluttonise the essence of it. Taste it, betwixt the pores in your mouth. Child. Broken hearts never heal, because you wont let them. shoved down in a box, im sitting crying for you. I guess sometimes tears dont fall hard enough for

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Depth dive by aenim-a, literature

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Depth dive

I fall upwards as plain death promises, you contemplate all action force-cross multiply to a power. Sufficently enough to overcome all obstruction. In a mind time has no moral or has decency a watch, But the falme of god, and all likewise belief burn bright, ficticious, but still blinding. all Ironic coincidence comes from history, and all history comes from ironic coincidence.

Aenim-a reason by aenim-a, literature

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Aenim-a reason

Cold in the walls. Taste time. Stand still. open the gates to let the clean flood in. But the gates close Harshly and slowly riddled at the same confusion! Birthplace of a masterpeice, madness watchman, through the eyes of all. One kind of drug for this face One kind of drug for this place One kind of drug to end the sands of time! It only adds to the walls and the shame that it holds. History in, a mucus membrane, spermicide and candy walls, driven equal, in mattered distance centrifical points, around these walls. Breath one.. and the walls start seeping faster. Breath two.. and the mucus is creeping closer. Brea

Fairie - Elemental by aenim-a, literature

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Fairie - Elemental

I hold thorn-kissed roses, with the palms of a priest and tell the dead, secrets of lily dancing fairies. Secrets of the moments the waves swelled, then exploded, Into malevolent truth. As all innocence ends to-days, they dance rhythmically to the spirit of element. They let the wind uplift their hands, and sway to the cries of the birds; Thrusting into the air, and slowly letting them glide across fields of wind. They let the earth Hold ground to their feet and let the trees hold them a rhythm, with leaves that dance chords of perfection aga

Random experiments by aenim-a, literature

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Random experiments

The smell of paint tickles my nose, and i want to finish reading this book. The countless annoyance of rubberbands, makes me want to piss on your flag. Because everything has a balance, and everything gives up on their mediocre fellatio existence just like you give up, on god, on girth, on everything you wanted. I bet your tired of caring, for the wounded, for the painted smiles on young girls faces. I\'m tired, of watching you count the roses on empathic fences, and dancing with old whisky, drained above your mind. Tiresome cordless drama, in a box the size of my brain gives me chills, the size of my dick. I see memoirs

The calling of dreams by aenim-a, literature

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The calling of dreams

The rust creates space between itself, as the doors open their arms to my presence. The ear piercing screams, cries, laughter of a million souls, confuse the very essence of the room. Doorway after hidden doorway, it chooses tonight's path, no number, no handle. The door, dissolves itself into the floor, and I'm allowed to enter. A room, mathematical in positioning, size and feeling, covered in crimson coloured spit, moving to an almost psychotic trance. Dead centre in the room lies a desk, and atop it, a computer monitor, and within it, A foetus, 1 month old in exaction and written on him, were words lost, in an ancient tongue. As I sat adm

Eoa-Mad-Water-Vision--aenim-a by aenim-a, literature

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Eoa-Mad-Water-Vision--aenim-a

spark Ingenuity Gives light to, Static mediocrity. These words hold balance in intelligence, But in artistic vision Hold less then pennies. Less than eyes, More than emotion. Symmetrical balance In oceanic dances, I exist with thee. The mute mind calling, Of a perfect calm, Where the water laps Gently to the earth, And the sand swims Rhythms among the Currents of the sea. Dance of desire, And half-hidden truths Emotion in rhythm Poetry in motion. flame

Simply exist by aenim-a, literature

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Simply exist

Crème coloured clouds, cascading themselves into aquamarine elements, casting their seeds onto runic memories. These are the images of past existence, of me in context to a different time. Sulphur corroded texts, torn at the edges, and rusting with time, brings these memories to action. Memories of houses, on top of dry mountains, riddled in a land of sand dunes and Hot sun. Snow falls in the surrounding mountains, and an existence of heat, confuses me. My legs have no force, to the ground that I see, but the air holds force to my body, and the air that supports me, is mathematical, and wastes no energy but only gives me what I need to

My true painfetishy feelings by aenim-a, literature

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My true painfetishy feelings

His nipples, so firm and hard joyus and wet is his tounge, slowly his penis becomes more then flaccid and his balls, have a stench unlike any other. His majestictesties make me wet with pleasure and i want his penis in me. oh god, how i long to sing this love song on top of his poster bed! oh god he is hard, and i am alarmed by the pain he inserts in my anus. His lubricants crap and that makes it better. because i am just so fucking clever! oh, how i love you when the moon doth shine and the sheets doth wrinkle and you cry my name out for more. I want to be yours and yours alone.. SO SWALLOW BITCH OR ILL KILL YOU!

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Nerd by punkiebear, literature

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Nerd

Hello… My name is matt… And I am a nerd. I'm that anime watching, Import game playing, First person shooter, Suburban bread nerd I'm that guy that works in a video game store Looking so much cooler that everyone else Until I open my mouth And spout about How the new mortal kombat is cool Even though shang tsung and quan chi Killed lui kang and sho kahn. But Kun Lao is going strong Or how I beat halo on legendary Or how Mario only makes sense If you're eating mushrooms too Or how old school gaming Is something you keep in your heart For instance Up up down down left right left right B A select start Contra motherfucker…WH

Hypnagogia: Editorial by 111uminate, literature

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Hypnagogia: Editorial

Hypnagogia: Doorway to Inner-Space By Rich Hughes Dreaming has been a part of human history for as long as anyone can remember, and it's never lost it's mystical veil over it's denizens. The seemingly limitless interpretations of their value in our daily lives stretch to all walks of life. However, accompanied with this mystique is an altered state of consciousness known as " hypnagogia ", or in it's lay-terms, the " borderland state ", the " borderline ", or the " half-dream " state. Along with dreaming this is one of the most fascinating altered states of consciousness we can experience without the use of hallucinogenic substances. It is

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I MANI - Gateway by aenim-a, literature

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I MANI - Gateway

I\'ve run away, this is when you see the haze of the ice, trickling off the desert sand, This is when you grab your arms, and cross your feet and hope to fuck that empathy doesn\'t touch you. There is no escape, there is no empathy, there is no apathy, there is no memory, there is no face. No face int he sand to drag you down, only the random face of decency, only the boldly chaotic soul of a martyr, and the truth of a number. All things exist in chaos, and all principles exist in order, from the chaos births a form of order, and from the oder births chaos. Repetitive cycles of stigmatic numbers, cursed cycles of disillusi

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Home in az by aenim-a, visual art

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Deviant for 21 years
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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

Favourite Visual Artist

those through which my body and

Favourite Movies

Pi, Reqieum, soaw

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Tool, Apc, TCN

Favourite Writers

My mind is revealed on a plane

Favourite Games

Search for the tetragramitron - and Ro

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Malkuth

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Love, Will, Roses

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aenim-a

Nov 16, 2003

Henry rollins

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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

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aenim-a

Nov 14, 2003

ghey ass shiznit

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I rodered a computer...well my dad did to be shipped form me form that outpost.com store right? nice computer..fuckign awesome. he put the rder through on tues... it wont be here till monday... anyone else see the poroblem with this? fuckers. You can't go wrong! Best customer service on the web Secure, no-hassle shopping Our customers love us HAH fuck that.

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aenim-a

Nov 9, 2003

heartbreak.

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I can't comment on deviations and stuff cause my mouse is being a fucker. I gotta get a new one. but i was randomly hititng the tab and enter buttons looking around da...and i found soemthign out. so many people are fighting,hating or heartbroken. Its really disteressing. so this is what im going to do. I want everyone that can... to go around deviantart looking for someone that needs a :hug: and give them one. to do my part in this fesival of love. first one to 93 hugs gets a subscription (one month) Its a small thing to do for a time of need. so. get out there and love.

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JessikaInAZ

Feb 11, 2007

Great stuff...

...admiring the scenery...

...love the wordsmithing....

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15stitches

Apr 6, 2006

You have been admired!

~ You can admire the person who admired you
~ You cannot admire a person more then once
~ You must do 10 other people
~ You can do random admires
~ You must do this if you admire some ones art work!

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pagantribalart Sep 23, 2005

Blessed Mabon! (although slightly belated, oops!)

*jaspenelle - the calendar manager for =pagantribalart

Heaza

Sep 14, 2005

Nice gallery fellow deviant! Just wanted to say hello

Awi

Apr 15, 2005

O.o another account?!

jesusbite

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

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The Interview, by

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Rusting Bridges of Suburbia, by

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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

JustinThymePendragon

Jan 22, 2005