~KcsFiest
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Garage Night DysphoriaI spoke to you, in silence, reverence dripping from the rusted husk of,Garage Night Dysphoria
my shuttered mouth. My voice echoed,
(a true cacophony!) above the heady stench of go-kart oil and quiet dreams of youth, barely lived. But in all the dead-air, I can’t say you heard me.
My arms, my hands were, frantic, amongst a pile of, mortar and stone, struggling, with weakened bone and sinew, to become a castle, of your own; Protection against an unforgiving onslaught of,
saline and rabid disquietude. But in al
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- Current Residence: Michigan
- Interests: Reading, writing, video games, bad movies, thesaurus', writing down random words I like...
- Favourite genre of music: Rock, Metal
- Favourite poet or writer: Edgar Allen Poe, Anne Sexton, e.e. cummings
- Favourite game: The Sims 2! Or perhaps Neverwinter Nights 2!
- Favourite cartoon character: Meatwad, Peter Griffin, Stewie
- Tools of the Trade: Pencil and paper
- AIM: Quiet My Breath
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-Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards. -Robert Heinlein
Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance - M. C. Richards
Told ya I'd get here sooner or later. I love that pic of you above your bio...you have a beautiful smile!
Later sexy!
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What will be will be,
How it happens stays.
No matter how many tears we cry,
The memories will always play
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"Build a man a fire, and you warm him for a night. Set a man on fire, and you warm him for a lifetime..."
"All the world is a stage, until you set it ablaze. Then it becomes a hellish stage."
Read much, think much, talk little, and write less
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We work n the dark..
We do what we can
We give what we have
Our doubt is our passion and our passion is our task
The rest is the madness of art
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-Writing is not necessarily something to be ashamed of, but do it in private and wash your hands afterwards. -Robert Heinlein
Poetry often enters through the window of irrelevance - M. C. Richards
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