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Surrealism by techgnotic, journal

Surrealism

Oct 4, 2013

by techgnotic (https://www.deviantart.com/techgnotic) W orld War I (1914-1918) was a human catastrophe that devastated Western civilization and mocked the hope inherent in “modernism”. The sheer volume of the war’s slaughter was beyond belief. The horror of it all destroyed the trust in science, medicine and technology as the golden gateway to a harmonious and peaceful future for humanity. All that was thought to be good had been twisted to the evil purpose of a global war. A global sense of hopefulness was replaced with a global sense of fear and loathing. untitled 14 by Peterio Salvador Dali autosodomized by neofotistou

An Interview With Damian by Anuveon, literature

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An Interview With Damian

It seems events conspired on this auspicious 25th of September in order to grant myself a scintillating interview with a most extraordinary fictional young man. At precisely 9:18pm in Sydney and at 5:18am in Colorado a Mr. Damian Farrow awoke from a startling dream in which a creepy man in black clapped a lot, rousing him from a troubled sleep. A most strange coincidence that unverified sources are already linking to a Mr. Andre Jonquil, who at the time of this interview was away at lunch, and thus uncontactable. Mr. Farrow, as readers undoubtedly already know, is the remarkable teenage protagonist of the gripping yet unpublished urban-fant

Nothing Lives Forever by UntamedUnwanted, literature

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Nothing Lives Forever

i. When you were a child, we would sit on the porch to talk about your day. And sometimes, we would find a dead bird, or a frog on there. And you would ask me about death and why it happens, looking at the poor creature in my hands, its life cut short and touch it tenderly. I would always say the same thing. Nothing is meant to live forever, my dear. ii. The school called me in on your twelfth birthday and asked if I had known how clever you were, that your test scores were the best in the state. They asked me if I knew I had a genius child on my hands who grew bored easily in class and tended to distract others in his classroom, sometime

Dead Bodies Don't Cry by QuirkyCuriousBex, literature

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Dead Bodies Don't Cry

i. You are born with twisted feet and a pockmark on your chest. Your poor mother is drenched in sweat, straining to breathe, thanking God that it's over. She cradles you in her arms and kisses your forehead with curved lips. Your father reaches out to hold you but has to pause because your mother will not release you yet. The family pays a visit, hovering in awe, praising, laughing. You look around for someone to blame. ii. When you learn to write you use all the wrong letters because you feel sorry for the ones that get left out, like X and Z. And you wear mismatched clothes because you don't like the idea that only certain colors "go t

United States Summer 2011 by PrettyCrazy, literature

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United States Summer 2011

America alienates me. From touchdown in Atlanta it is obvious I am, so to speak, no longer in Kansas. I am asked what I am doing here. Repeatedly, and not always in a nice way. I want to answer with the obvious, that I am queuing endlessly for the privilege of being cross examined by an unfriendly customs officer who wants to know all kind of private details my best friend doesn't even know, but I swallow it back and smile meekly, while trying to act like I am not nervous, frustrated and insulted. Procedures, waiting lines, probing questions, stamps and signatures, and then, finally, the liberating "Enjoy the United States". I never felt

i had an out-of-body experience. by laurotica, literature

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i had an out-of-body experience.

I had an out-of-body experience at the age of thirty-one. Every year between the ages of ten and eighteen, I sent a letter to NASA. I told them a little bit about myself, the same general description year after year, and always insisted that despite my medical condition, I would one day love to sail through the stars. My dream was to be out there in the universal abyss, exploring every unknown corner until we knew all that we could. Art would taunt, “Sick kids don’t go to space” before Mom slapped the back of his shoulder with a spatula. NASA was as nice as they could be, but the bottom line was that we all knew I could

Reflections on the Metro by taylor-of-the-phunk, literature

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Reflections on the Metro

The population of the Metro car is sparse at eleven in the morning; people talk. The mother with her baby and young son, talking to her friend or sister or cousin sitting down. The young man and woman speaking exuberant Chinese, a language like a song. The group of students in floral dresses and Converse that my mom says look European because of their scarves. They're rapidly spewing French in the way teenagers do, only I've only ever heard it in English. It's comfortable, each of us with our companions, more like a restaurant or a museum. But at five thirty, at L'Enfant Plaza, when people are going home from work in their button-downs and s

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Wooltree

Aug 7, 2012

Sooo... It's Free Membership-for-a-day Day

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Always wanted to try some fancy journal skins :) I never knew choosing a journal skin was so hard! There was this other one, but it was so complicated and there were all these side bars and to edit them out, but that needed fancy coding (which there were instructions for but I was too dumb to follow :\ ) But this one is nice and simple :D (It's also sad how there weren't any journal skins with nice pictures of food!) I don't really have much of a journal to write... Ohohohoh! I expanded my inspiration wall :D It's pretty! I wonder... can I make polls today? Actually, ceebs... Well feel free to answer in the comments :) 1. Sooo... what

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Wooltree

May 30, 2012

Comment and I'll...

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Ah I've had a awesome day, even though most of the stuff that I did was quite normal. My english creative assignment was due, which meant I don't have any assignments to do (well they're not due soon so meh). So I guess that's a good start. Haha most people would be super stressed about a due date, but I've noticed that I'm more focusing on how I will celebrate afterwards and chillax, that I'm hyped to finish it :D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D:D (if i make sense) Also all my classes were cool, so that's a plus. I also had a free. See how all this is adding up to a wonderful day? Okay, you're probs bored now... i'll stop telling you about my day... Righ

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Wooltree

Dec 19, 2011

Tagged poke

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Tagged by Ninjoy --> ~StrawberryJam1313 (https://www.deviantart.com/strawberryjam1313) (*ish! First time doing those icony things, dunno if it works... *fingers crossed*) Rules: 1->You must post these rules. 2->Each person must post 10 things about themselves on their journal. 3->Answer the questions the tagger set for you in their post, and create ten new questions for the people you tag to answer. 4->You have to choose 10 people to tag and post their icons on your journal. 5->Go to their pages and tell them you have tagged her/him. 6->No tag backs. 7->No crap in the tagging section about "you are tagged if you're reading this." You legitimately have to tag 10 people. Oh de