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Name: steve
Birthday: 8/10/1989
Gender: Male
Interests: I used to play with tinker toys, now I play with words. Like some child looking for a new rule to bend or break.
Expertise: I can disappear pretty well
Occupation: Word Smith
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AIM:  OtaconIsTired
Member Since:
8/13/2004
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| It's astonishing the extent most kids go through to avoid reading.
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| This here is called alliteration.
This here is a rhyme scheme.
This here is scene setting.
This here is a metaphor.
and this?... well this is an analogy.
These are tools we writers use to hold the attention of an illiterate nation. The same way sex appeal creates smokers or sells magazines. Like a soccer mom snapping her fingers viciously at some rambunctious child to pay attention.
No, we are not all this arrogant.
Yes, we are all this cynical, at least secretively.
Either that or you're looking at the type of writer doing it to strike her own ego.
The difference in Dante and Shakespeare.
Or of course the *Scoff Scoff * novelist *Scoff*.
we know all the truths you wish you could know.
because we create them.
and just as easily can destroy them.
We create words that dont mean a single thing or hold a single significance in real life.
and then we watch you apply them as if they did.
We take your compliments with a smile.
and a hell of a condescending smile it is!!!
Though you can see through SOME of our bullshit.
Truth be told, yes, poetry is for fags.
Books are for nerds who have no social life.
and a starving writer is both dissatisfied and a virgin.
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but i WOULD say something like that....
wouldn't i?
i dont know who shot tupac.
but i know who dug his grave.
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"tears"
"light"
"bright"
"eyes"
"warmth"
love Love LOVE LOVE LOVE
"run"
"alone"
"shadow"
"dark"
"spiral"
if your writing contains these words it's probably not worth reading.
may as well flip through the notes of any alienated freshman for some competition.
"Nature is great for young writers. It provides beauty and inspiration to a child who is too young to have lived, loved, lost, and experienced enough to write about."
"How vain it is to sit down and write when you've never stood up to live."
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| the ambitions i had years ago were never pursued because of age, maturity, security, whatever.
my clock chimes twenty this year and seems to me im getting "too old" to hold the same plans.
what is this?
what sounds good?
children, and a job to support them.
a good woman, and a job to support her.
but i can't see bringing a child into this realm.
or settling down in this terrible country without exploring the others.
my pursuit has evolved from personal enlightenment to the perfect death.
if it's been said best before; don't try: "My only fear of death is to come back reincarnated."
I need a plan, and hope for it to fall through - either way i win.
maybe this is the year i should step towards something better than money, rent, and reproduction.
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| To every man who searches seven corners for reassurance, whose dolor distracts ecclesiastical penitent: May this skeptic bury his ear into the soil & unearth some natural zeal.
Oh Muse! Leave to me this burden! That I may illustrate an enigma that so many minds greater than mine have attempted. . . and failed. Burn the mitre if you must - topple the abbot. But take astronomy as pageant; or if modern man be deprived of his imagination let him look to his own burning loins to find a fulcrum housing on one ledge a state of crass & perched on the opposite a state of absolution. May the saints take note: Any man-made establishment is, of course, a corrupt one. Considering shadows for more substance than these hollow semblances.
I understand; therefore I am.
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