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Jensen Evan Wilder - Status: deviantART Subscriber
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dilated.dilated
Dilate.
My girlfriend and I are lying on a rug on some distant beach; we're cuddled up under a thick Guatemalan blanket. There is a fire roaring just in front of us, our bellies full of home cooked bread and freshly caught fish. Around us there is only the slightest of breezes, just enough to make skin feel alive.
The beach itself stretches beyond view in both directions, like wings spreading from the body of us. We're lent against a mound of sand we have built up as a back and behind it begins the first few clumps of dune grass - almost like a heartbeat before the dunes themselves
in Transgressive 11h 54m ago
Chrysalis this you bitchChrysalis this you bitch…Chrysalis this you bitch
6am: Eyelashes flicker –
like flies against glass - eyes saving space for a slip of sunlight.
Wake, wake – screams the radio - grab hold of a new day’s reigns!
8am: Green shoots push up from a recycled jar
in Open on 5/12/08
in Journalism on 5/7/08
PolarTropicalsChatting, in Cafe Nero, on a bright morning with Fritz - it was so damn stuffy we had to pries open the window, use a coffee cup to hold it from shutting, just to breath clean air - we were chatting about the simplicity of horse racing; each omitting the fact we’d lost near a years wages between us, because it was - all said and done - just down to luck. It was when we were in the middle of a gripe about Jack Quick - a heavy against, which had proven itself a loser time and again - that we noticed Erin. (I’ll not pretend at this stage that we knew her, it was simply a name that we later held on our tongues and savored.)PolarTropicals
in Journalism on 4/5/08
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incomplete verseIincomplete verse
We hovered the barrow from the milkhouse roof, little cleft hooves straw-dancing,
scribing moon shapes in the floor wood. The broke-walk boy with a toothpick cane tickled the peach-eared sow and we watched like light bulbs brightening before burst.
Then the swine went spinning from the crisscrossed door,
twine thatched around her swell belly. She took to the earth like a gravedigger’s child
by ~WhoKilledKirov
SkeinSkein after Yukio MishimaSkein
She is not really sure when it began, she tells me. The studio is nearly empty, augmented by the absence of equipment and other photographers. Her voice is low but audible. There is something pleasant about its sexless frequency, the white throat just wide of feminine as she swallows. All her features toe the line of beauty the same way—dark eyes wide but sparsely lashed, crooked brows arching elegant but thick. &nb
by *Negated
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Devious Information
- Websitehttp://www.polartropic.co.uk
- Emailbarnabyreader@gmail.com
- MSNjensenwilder@hotmail.com
- Current Age: 21
- Current Residence: Bath, England
- Interests: Writing, Philosophy, Reading, Art, Film, Music
- Favourite movie: Naked Lunch
- Favourite band or musician: Ryan Adams, Jeff Buckley
- Favourite genre of music: Jazz, Blues, Rock, Alt stuff, Electronica
- Favourite artist: Dali, Chagall
- Favourite poet or writer: Philip Larkin/Henry Miller
- Operating System: Machine
- Shell of choice: Ego
- Wallpaper of choice: Spattered Shit
- Skin of choice: Lice inflamed
- Tools of the Trade: Books, pens and cold dead words
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Devious Comments
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I gave the green tentacle a bowl of wax fruit, and then joined his band
“ Perhaps all pleasure is only relief. ”
William S. Burroughs
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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third world country music
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and i will...
just that you, as well as many, are a victim of my lack of focus
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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Wow! You really are a brilliant poet, aren't you?
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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we are like roses that have never bothered to
bloom when we should have bloomed and
it is as if
the sun has become disgusted with
waiting
charles bukowski
but you hear that quite to much
so what would you do if I said I thought your work was stupid or ignorant?
you, of course, would know I was lying
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I can't explain what love is
I just know how it feels
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It's like throwing cards into a glass vase...
but then, we've never met
thank you for the kind words
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
I have not seen such exquisite work in so long. I don't know whether to rip your head off with pure jealousy or ask you to marry me. The bottom line is this..
i love your work
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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I haven't lost my mind; I know exactly where I left it.
"13 pi over 6 does not equal pi over 6. It's just kind of one of those 'duh' things."
-Dr. Harnett during Math Analysis
CONGRATULATIONS BARNABY YOU AMAZING WRITER DUDE.
(I am totally jetlagged and hyper, in case you can't tell. ;D)
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doommetal-club [link]
Monolith Verses [link]
ImpureDirge Spirituality Club [link]
A life not even lived becomes a ceaseless wake
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