

The Good Daysthe good daysThe Good Days
we are not MySpace cardboard cookie-cut around formed sides
community is not an aspect we are in need of i do not want to be your friend, motherfucker
cause the last time i knew, i was in it
for the art and the art alone it was a single-package deal
coming in to camp as a beginner, rough and raw got tumbled around in the dirt and told i needed work and i took it, like a man to the chin
head-fucking-on the next time a councelor tried to throw me to the ground i snapped his wrist in four places &n
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Ok, so I know the LoTN thus far has only been singular, aaaaaaand technically it's not night when I'm doing this, but stop interrupting me cos I've got a link full of awesomey goodness. Daffodils by ~FromTheFieldsOfGold is a poem using caesura with amazing effectiveness. This puppy reads slooooow and wonderful; a true lyrical moment in time that encompasses the category in which this piece is found. To fully realize that this poem has it all, you should all do yourselves a favor and wikipedia "daffodil" as well.
Feel free to stop by and give me lovings, people and enjoy tonight's LoTN!
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped us for. --Larry Niven
I've decided to take up the practice myself. I dunno how long I'll keep it up, but hopefully it will give me a reason to go out and find some good writing.
Tonight though I'm starting with a classic, `rebelchic's The Last Walk With Destiny: [link]
Enjoy! And have a good night everyone! <3
(If you don't wanna receive such messages, go ahead and tell me. I'll try to remember
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All sapient beings evade what evolution shaped us for. --Larry Niven
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R. Eames / S. Mayer
Smertiest Smerter.
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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"Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die."
Going to lock this one, don't want to insight any turf wars..
&c
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DON'T SWEAR AT THE INSTIGATIVE RETARD WITH THE BAN BUTTON.
cntrlrb20@aol.com
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the sky
to night's last city
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~litNEWS, help us keep you informed.
may Beelzebub's scrotum rest firmly on your chin
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Welcome to deviantART, where pretension meets the internet.
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Two guys are driving to work when one asks the other if he talks to his wife after sex.
"Yes," replies the guy. "If I can find the phone."
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If I'm not writing, I'm just sitting here changing oxygen into carbon dioxide. Like a baby. A little shit and piss factory, maybe one day a man. Be a man today, motherfucker.
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amelia.
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'Sup'” sed god's son.
“nm, u?” sed da world.
“nm” sed Jesus.
-The Bibles -internets edishun
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