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In The City

This is not drab This is where the culture is Where mismatched buildings play harmonics in my ear And a dirty man is lying in the gutter Talking gibberish Where a fat woman with a big black bag Is throwing coins at him "Get a job." Where a boy with a face full of metal Now a man Decked in heels six inches long Can walk with his head held high And speak verses about his problems Intellectual but posh And oh-so cliche This is a city of cliches That is growing and changing And is always hungry For more Where girls with tangerin

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In The CityThis is not drab This is where the culture is Where mismatched buildings play harmonics in my ear And a dirty man is lying in the gutter Talking gibberish Where a fat woman with a big black bag Is throwing coins at him "Get a job." Where a boy with a face full of metal Now a man Decked in heels six inches long Can walk with his head held high And speak verses about his problems Intellectual but posh And oh-so cliche This is a city of cliches That is growing and changing And is always hungry For more Where girls with tangerin In The City
by ~Mr-Black-Bird

WindsweptI walk down this narrow, dark road alone Mile markers on the side of the highway Wizzing past With blinding eyes I am blinded I am blinded and my hair is windswept Click Go my shoes on the pavement A pale rain Click
Goes my heart on this wet-cement I shouldn't have came But I did What a fucking idiot I'm so sick of this shit I can't believe I ever thought you'd say it Or even think it God I'm so pathetic
But I keep on clutching with desperate fingers I'm holding onto a dream that always lingers Fuck I know this Windswept
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Photography RantIn today's rant, as always, I have an itch to scratch. This paticular itch though, has been bothering me for nearly a year. Yes, a YEAR. Fuck. Luckily though, ranting allows me to scratch this itch without having to go on a rampage and killing hundreds. Hooray.
So, what is said itch? All the so-called photographers and models on deviantart. Buying a webcam or a digital camera and taking photos of yourself isn't art. It's a joke.
As someone who has training in photography I must ask. Do any of these people actually know how to white-balance? Focus? Adjust lighting, lenses and depth-of-field? Or do you just Photography Rant
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Fanfiction RantFanfiction: " Fiction written by fans as an extension of an admired work or series of works, especially a television show, often posted on the Internet or published in fanzines."

Fanfiction is something that has (above all odds): baffled, disgusted,and addicted me. Fanfiction, and the act of writing fanfiction, has grown to a point where it's almost as if there is a whole new culture based around it. The endless dedication that some people put into their fandom is admirable to say the least, if not in some ways horrifying.
If you look for fanfiction, there are many places where you can find scattered "fi Fanfiction Rant
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When people ask about home, I am silent. I have no words to let them hear the way the first drops of monsoon
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When people ask about home, I am bewildered. I have no idea how to make them smell the sweetness of methi in July,
the yellowbrightness of its smile.
When people ask about home, I am ashamed. I think about the woman in the Gucci
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Summer

Sun Aug 2, 2009, 6:57 PM

Putting up mosly poems lately and trying to fit back into my creative niche
I wonder if I'll fit better if I try to go in piece by piece
Cause girl not everything is roses
Or even dandelions for me
Think of all the days when we fooled ourselves into thinking we were fee
What a joke
You know I'm waayy too broke
But I'll strech every dollar for you
If only you knew
All the lengths that I'll go to and
Do you know that
God, I'm such an idiot
And it's something I won't soon forget
Chalking out verses about regrets until my grief weighs down the pavement
And hey, lets just ignore that
For a moment
I had no clue what to write
Sitting in the park and shielding my eyes from the light
And staying up late hoping you'll call me tonight
Thinking of these days
Almost makes me ill
When I can never get enough of you
And you've always had your fill.

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Mood: Lazy
Listening to: Class War Kids
Reading: poetry
Watching: n/a
Playing: n/a
Eating: plums
Drinking: in water, icedtea, and every glance you cast at me

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~Legato-Lover Sep 28, 2009, 6:00:58 PM

Thank you very much for the favorite!

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Just because I am a fan of yaoi does not mean that I hate all who aren't. I expect the same sort of respect from you. The same goes for my atheism.