

Three YearsThis is how three years ended: sorted clothes, calm truces, kisses stolen from ourselves.Three Years


Do Not Want - Sonnet of SageI quote that 'I Do Not Want' and sage, What is this shit that you doth try to post? Anon, this page will fail and die today- I ask again for cats and bewbs like most.Do Not Want - Sonnet of Sage
I do not want your angsty teenage rants Nor "am i hot" or sick'ning rolls of fat. I do not want to see what's in your pants. Why can you not understand about that?
Please note that when I type 'sage' in mail- It only means you're made of epic fail.


In responseOh boundless joy of random poetry! What wouldst we do without creative lines? For Winged Twilight's creativity In this prosaic format truly shines.In response
And to write this forum post in such- Reply, at that, so worthless normally- Must truly mean that I doth think too much. (Or else my time is [truly] far too free.)
But truly you must see that I'm sincere In flattery, agreeing with your words. For TFT is wonderfully most queer... Haikus- I cannot second, so *he thirds*.
For though I do not post here every day, You've given me far more than I can say.


Myself, the Psychopomp...Myself, the Psychopomp, and the Meaning of CowsMyself, the Psychopomp...
“I don't understand.” I said. “What's the big difference between eating a hamburger and chowing on some yogurt? You're killing little creatures either way, right?” The scene outside the taxi was a gray blur, my mind wandering. Owl grunted an ambiguous response and closed his newspaper to read the back page of the section. “Guess cows get shafted either way. Dead or.. caged up getting milked and their.. uh.. life-giving.. stuff.. turned into little packs of health food.” I mused, reaching out to rub at the window with my sleeve, trying to clear away the condensation


Psychopomp“Always respect cats, for they are the children of Bast.”Psychopomp
“Foxes from the east are cunning, but always unmasked by their tails.”
“The sirens’ song is beautiful; the sirens are not.”
I repeated these mantras to the gray city skies as I briskly walked down the cobblestone alley, my lover trailing behind. The day had been rainy and wet, leaving glistening puddles of cool water in the dips in the road, which I did not hesitate to jump in with wanton glee. I laughed to the cold city walls, and my lover only sighed,
“I do not know why,” she said, “you repeat those childish


The HedgeThe Hedge I have a small pair of scissors in my hand. There is no question that they are hopelessly inadequate for the task. The silver of them glints against my nail polish, and they glitter in the lights from the hedge. In front of me the hedge stretches for miles. In an odd way I only half comprehend, I know instinctively that it is longer even than this- strange twists of light consThe Hedge
--
"Why do I have six screens? Because I don't have room for eight." - Terry Pratchett
It is a certifiable fact that everything good in life is either illegal, amoral or fattening.
--
365Tomorrows - A new piece of short SciFi fiction each day
^lovetodeviate : Resources for Writers
dA is for the literary arts, too.
--
Suggest a Lit DD today!
--
<alienhead>SORRY I AM NOT UP TO SPEED ON DILDONICS.
--
[personalgallery][link]
..and tonight, we can truly say.. together we're invincible.
My favourite one is this:
There was an old man from Gill
Who swallowed a gunpowder pill
His heart expired
His bum backfird
And his penis shot over the hill!
--
^______________^
ORANGE NINJA LOVE ALL OF ARTS!!!!!!!!!
Keep it up, and thanks again.
--
[personalgallery][link]
..and tonight, we can truly say.. together we're invincible.
--
Lose it.
It means, Go crazy.
Nuts. Insane...
Bonzo....
No Longer in possession of one's Faculties...
Three Fries short of a Happy Meal!
WACKO!!!
--
The next best thing to a time machine...
Previous Page12Next Page