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Soul to Sole by atariboy, literature

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Soul to Sole

Soul to Sole There's something strangely beautiful about the way she writes poetry on the bottom of her shoes. She can watch her words that she poured fourth from soul to sole slowly fade away into nothing. Her words will forever dance up and down the sidewalks of this city filling the cracks with her passion, her beauty, her prose. Rainfall -- her words collect, gain meaning and begin to race towards a innevitable fate of being lost in a sea of static, mid-gray, meaningless babble. Eventually, all must drain into the ocean. Lost at sea. Forgotten or ignored. She will not weep at the loss of her creation. She will not mou

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The Strongest Tree by atariboy, literature

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The Strongest Tree

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Without a K by atariboy, literature

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Without a K

Without a 'K' I can recall Valentine's Day as a child. I would sit in the corner, carefully feeding a habit of pressing too hard along the folded center of a college-ruled Valentine's Day heart. All those shoe boxes filled with hope, covered in our favorite magazine cutouts. They were placed neatly in plain sight for that 'someone' to slip in a generic card, which happened to be worth to world. Those cards, which seemed very distant and foreign to me back then are recalled with an eerie familiarity when compared to my relationships at this age. Plastered with images of the US royalty, super heroes, sports heroes, televison heroes, and Sund

Making a Fist by atariboy, literature

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Making a Fist

Making a Fist I'm breathing a breath onto windowed glass. Writing your name with a finger; it's transparency is familiar If we can see through things, we won't notice they are there. There's a variable in this equasion that I have yet to understand. If we are all hungry for melodramatic stories, I guess that makes us one of them. You're tracing the directions on a map of veigns on your wrist. These sad songs grow longer on a tragically pittied list. It's taking too long. You're making a fist. You swear you dream in color. You remember tracing the sky. Drowing in the back yard of your solitary life. You're saving some

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Artist // Photography

United States
Deviant for 22 years
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Current Residence: Gainesville, Florida
Favourite genre of music: indie rock
Favourite photographer: Michael Rhoades
Favourite style of art: Very abstract and obtuse.
Operating System: WinXp -- I am slightly impressed by it.
MP3 player of choice: Winamp3
Favourite cartoon character: Shaggy
Personal Quote: "You gotta eat the puddin'" - Bill Cosby

Favourite Visual Artist

dali

Favourite Movies

The Royal Tenenbaums, Memento, City of God, Adaptation, Raquiem for a Dream, Resivoir Dogs, Amelie

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Sigur Ros, Flaming Lips, Cursive, Radiohead, Built to Spill, Modest Mouse, the Faint, the Pixies

Favourite Writers

Chuck Palahniuk

Favourite Games

Galaga

Favourite Gaming Platform

Atari 2600

Tools of the Trade

LOMO-LCA

Other Interests

vinyl, music, photography, movies, ms. pacmanm, frisbee

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atariboy

Jan 29, 2002

Devious Journal Entry

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Pavement - Harness Your Hopes Harness your hopes on just one person because you know a harness was only made for one Don't telegraph your passes You'll end up with molasses cauterized in syrup And syrup and molasses And I'm checking out the asses The assets that attract us To anything that moves We're deep inside the grooves And it's time to shake the rations cause someone's gonna cash in The plot it turns again The reference starts at ten Well show me A word that rhymes with Pavement And I won't kill your parents And roast them on a spit And a-don't you try to etch it Or permanently sketch it Or your gonna catch a ba

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atariboy

Jan 28, 2002

Devious Journal Entry

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A goldfish's memory-span is only three seconds. How cool of a life would that be?

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atariboy

Jan 25, 2002

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So there I was, driving along, cruise control set at 50 and I'm ready to go. I see some police lights up in the distance and decide to slow down a bit and pay close attention. When there's one -- there's always more. I reach the cop lights right before an intersection and parked in the median, facing me, is my friend's car along with a sherrif and a state trooper. In my friend's car I see two more of my friends, Chris and Scott. I watched them as I passed by and thought to myself, "Holy shit! It's them!" Then, I turned my head and began to look forward and thought to myself, "Holy shit! That light is red and I'm going 55 mph right into it!"

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Pavement .... rulez

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

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