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Loss for WordsThe poet has a cold. He wraps in blankets, finds a drink, lies on the couch reading by candlelight.Loss for Words
Words move around with the ease of dancers, entangle like lovers. They twirl about on a stage of air.
Exhausted by the search for inspiration by example, poet sinks into a world where dreams are king.
At last! Inspiration has been found, deep in the rolling depths of his mind, only needing the flick of a quill to [find] substance.
Deriving meaning from the juxtaposition of comrades, words, as if by magic, flood poet\'s senses - leavin
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
Random Deviant
laters.
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It's a beautiful day - Don't let it get away..
in wishing you a happy valentine!
[valentine's day special - leave a message]
ailine...
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i have no way of portraying the lives of others.
i portray my own. jan saudek
infinion
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Take care my friend.
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:iconmelorah-viollet: my lovely concubine
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"There is good art, great art, and art that does not interest you. Bad art is the province of snobs" - Robt. Williams
take care on your cam, it deserves it! *lol*
ailine...
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i have no way of portraying the lives of others.
i portray my own. jan saudek
infinion
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