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About Me Member Wannabe Novelist ashellessmindMale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 4 Years
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quill pricksi stopped  finger-counting dirt fallen  pine needles at precisely fifty thousand  when a human hunter frightened me  and i swear i thought i lost  my count. i swore.  
i re-initiated.   
i skipped across that morning  singing. i started  to smell  
like Lysol which i can say  
was serendipitously whimsical.  
i scratched against  
the sides of firs i climbed  inside i reached  at gliding squirrels which pip-squeaked  and scattered on the winds  like fine pinioned birds  practicing their dives  
and their dips.  
 
i slept  i quill pricks
by ~ashellessmind
FaithfulnessI.   
I cleaved to her   
In our time we abided  
by those closest to us   
As jetsam they would clang  against each other, torpedoed  
by tornadoes into a temporary harmony  
 
Then as the calm branched days  
against days we would watch  a current waft them over separate waves   
We would watch them crossed by mist  across the tearing of the waves   
Always I cleaved to her   
II.   
She and I had lingered  
 
childless in the church aisles clasping  
others' hands for all our years  
 
Our second pastor-our Faithfulness
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Song of ManSing of division! we slant a thin incision into  
you.  People like you  groomed by your transatlantic bride.  People wanted you more  after you died.  
 
Would we tear inside your skin? indecision over  
you. People lift you  
up, towering rays over the Sun.  
Humans hoist across  your only fractured   
                                           One. Song of Man
by ~ashellessmind
Upon Attending a Reading at...THE POET drives his words, whip cords which tear  into the shelter where my soul should rest.  But like a finch lifting up from her nest  my soul flitted off, ceding from home's care.  Outside, a mallard swims in the chilled air,  sifting through algae, circling the pond's chest,  chasing an insect on a ripple's crest.  She listens for the south winds, unaware  of the rustling poet's spirit rising,  finding its refuge in the room above.  These two creators offer to impart  a soothing balm on me. Each is singing.  One, with his charged verse, opens me to love.  The other plunges Upon Attending a Reading at...
by ~ashellessmind
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possibly a beginning

Fri Aug 7, 2009, 12:43 AM
When Kyle Wilkerson fell from the sky, no one noticed. He laid in the dirt for over a day, just sucking on his thumb, hungry. But think about it: a limp sack of blood, cartilage, organs, still forming bones, all spills from a woman's vagina... it's screaming like it is the end of all things... a man in sterilized white cuts the thick chord that links the mother's soul to her child. What is normal about that? So when you think about all the mess of birth, what happened with Kyle doesn't look as strange. Yelping, you clawed your way out of the Darwinian swimming pool; Kyle quietly landed among rows of sheathed corn in Iowa. So we gave you the attention you demanded, and left Kyle to the care of the crows in the field.

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I joined DA in 2005. I don't like most of the changes that the site has made. I write prose, fiction and biography, as well as poetry.

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  • Current Residence: Michigan, Calvin College
  • Interests: Reading, Writing, Singing, Learning Guitar
  • Favourite movie: I Heart Huckabees
  • Favourite band or musician: Okkervil River, The Eels, Cloud Cult, Cake, Bright Eyes
  • Favourite artist: I like the Romantic period artists.
  • Favourite poet or writer: Dylan Thomas
  • Favourite game: POKEMON SNAP
  • Favourite gaming platform: Emulator
  • Tools of the Trade: Mind, Computer, Voice, Guitar

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~Beaple Oct 5, 2009, 10:01:32 PM
I don't understand at what point "supportive artistic community" came to mean "mutual masturbation."

Artists who do not want to be criticized need not make art - for what is art but the artists' criticism of others?

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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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~ashellessmind Oct 7, 2009, 6:47:08 PM
well you're on the wrong website for criticism.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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~Beaple Oct 7, 2009, 7:34:49 PM
I guess so. It's just a shame that what seems to be one of the largest artistic communities online is also the most self-loving.

It undermines any praise.

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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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*b1gfan Sep 26, 2009, 11:31:59 PM
Dude - my buddy - my fine fine friend. Thank you for the DD recommendation. :highfive: How can I possibly thank you? That is beyond kind. :manhug:
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~ashellessmind Sep 28, 2009, 7:11:47 PM
oh hey no problem. I did that a while ago I didn't think anything would happen with it.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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~Beaple Sep 9, 2009, 6:18:10 PM
Come tell me I suck or something.

I'm bored.

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You're no scarlet prim proper rose
Sing me your pretty prose
Lips pressed nose to nose
Legs entwined with twenty toes.
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*YouInventedMe Jul 29, 2009, 12:42:50 PM
congrats on the dd, my friend.

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an antique arms and armor expert
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~ashellessmind Jul 29, 2009, 1:20:18 PM
Thank you.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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=mode-de-vie Jul 29, 2009, 4:57:35 AM
Congratulations on your Daily Deviation! :) I've placed a link to it in the sidebar of my journal page.

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Founder of =Inked-Page | Staff for *100ThemesChallenge, *ProsePlease | Lit Critic at *devCRIT
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~ashellessmind Jul 29, 2009, 9:02:59 AM
Erm, okay? Thank you.

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Harmonize your inward and your outward life, and you soul will know no bounds of joy.
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