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On Parabola by tearstone, literature

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On Parabola

With subatomic subtlety settling on his brow, he said 'Time's a broken arrow that points from then to now.' Once a grain, I entreated him to stop this flow of sand, 'You're immersed in the irreversible until, entropical, I land.' In that glass all is hours, the busted bucket and the spade, and each collapsing castle that our spilt ice cream made. Since his hands are tide we can all be shore, when the sediment slides there is no more.

Child by tearstone, literature

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Child

To Alice Child, the sharpened pencils hold art in scattered shavings. Each line crossed by colour, every smudge or smear, is why you are painted on pages framed in here. Child, the time spent seeking (first words, then understanding) is held within your laughter and shards of shattered ornaments you swear you never touched. Child, build a lego cenotaph to arguments you've lost and loathsome greens you've eaten. Remember each injustice- flavoured runner bean, peas tasting of blackmail. All dreams are taken out of context, slandered in concupiscent dismay, entombed in deeper disbelief.

Oratories and Laboratories... by tearstone, literature

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Oratories and Laboratories...

A Rebuilt Life I. A tale of the illegal, the illicit, the illogical Oratory In the Laboratory - Part 2 "Oh no, Inspector, don't be deceived; that most redolent and pestiferous plague known as 'death' remains irrefutable, life is irretrievable, just as we-" a glance askance to the burgundy-blood-stained lab coat worn by the newly-dead instigated a painful pronoun change, "or rather I, stand before you irredeemable. I embalmed whilst he imbued, an atmosphere imbibed, till catastrophe ensued. The sepulchral saturnine expression frozen to her face became something altogether more morbid." Kneeling, he placed an outstretched palm against the st

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drowning out west by sconosciutonoto, literature

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drowning out west

It has not been so bad here -- warmer than home and they call the place differently than we do. You know how we always said Mizzery? They call it Mizzera. ~ Dear Daniel, Auntie J and Uncle Agner have made the attic comfortable for me. From my window I can see hills fattening in the distance and the river veins away from them -- winds right through the pasture. Tell mother I wear the cardigan she crocheted and no one can tell yet. Auntie looks hard, cause she knows I should be blowing up, but she's disappointed. She tells me eat right cause she wants her new baby healthy and she heaps enough food for two grown-ups on my plate; I eat as

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Virus

A letter of kindness was received with vengeful lust as dawns broke and spilt over barren homes. The taste of deceit crept, and imbedded in thirsty senses and fickle thumbs; it bore through every sleeping hour and while the trickster dealt his cards he danced and danced upon the minds of those who wore white shirts and naked feet. Limbs were bent by crooked eyes and crooked smiles until trembling syllables gave way to crusades of painted feathers and tales that birthed shaded songs. Still, through the slumber, they too, danced mourning each drop of nectar lost that slipped through bitter hands and torn hearts. The coyote laugh

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book marked

I am the coat hanger that's hooked on your lip with nothing but a stray hair fastened around it's question-mark neck. You wonder if the lonely strand will ever realise that its grip is forlorn and make me swerve away aborting my cause. I am the ruler you dropped on the floor, and only used to measure my thin-straight line of a smile with lips never pulled back apart from when the phone lights-up -- but it only ever tells me 'battery low'. I am your finger nail that snapped too far down its nail bed - it stings more with every pull crying into the grooves, and you just leave it there to slowly peel away, like p

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Current Residence: Nottingham, UK
Favourite genre of music: a lil' rock, touch of indie, sprinkling of hip-hop
Operating System: Win XP
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Favourite cartoon character: Panthro... or maybe Mumm-ra

Favourite Visual Artist

Agustin Espina, Klee, Dali, Millais, Giger, Escher and a pinch o' the Preraphaelites

Favourite Movies

Logan's Run (there is no sanctuary), Donnie Darko, Fight Club, Pi, PotC (heretic, you're wrong)

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Placebo, Idlewild, Hell is for Heroes, Radiohead, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, The Smiths, Pixies, Hot Hot Heat-

Favourite Writers

Keats, Wilde, Michael Marshall Smith, Amis, Pope, Steven Pinker, JJ Wittgenstein, Sartre, Genet

Favourite Games

of all time? FF VII, Diablo 2, Morrowind, Unreal

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Words mes amis! The hammer of emotion against the anvil of experience

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reading, writing (yet little arithmetic)

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tearstone

Feb 3, 2007

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tearstone

Jul 15, 2006

Promised Land

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A wise man once sculpted his death rattle into words which filled me with more grief than his passing. He told me that divisions are like "words which detract and concepts, so abstract, we're forced to retract, before they distract the reader from the point in hand, like an overbearing rhyme which never quite scanned." Now his self-referential humour is amateur and tasteless, and at the same time quite vapid. If your written work shares these characteristics, or even if your rabid denial forces you to believe that the metaphorical shoe doesn't fit in some perverse Anti-Cinderella-esque manner, you are quite welcome at the new chatroom for li