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A man—far too long, inconspicuously lanky—lounges at the bottom of a macaroni yellow slide.  His bony kneecaps throw the rest of his black-clad legs into obscurity; a backwards collar blends into his silken black shirt, hidden by the shadow falling from a high, sharp chin.  The dimming sunshine casts him in a rare glow, orange and nearing rosy.
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OvercastDea's smoke puffs into slow-furling insects, dragonflies curlicuing around me, hanging low and heavy with too many expectations—sleeping prophesies stretching their arms like an infant's sweet breath being sucked in for a scream. You know I hate it when you get like this, I mutter, pacing back and forth like a four-legged metronome.
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Journal Entry: Tue Apr 29, 2008, 7:24 PM

is now mine! Tagline: "Thor approves: crooked stories from a stubborn puppy."

Anyways, my dear friend Bird has begun a writer's community called Story Horde (so my name).

The set up is similar to Tranmission-X, only for fiction instead of webcomics (occasional poetry being the filler). So far there are Mooping Mondays (handled by Bird, one installment up), Thrawart Thursdays (all me, still in the anticipation stage), and Soul Food Sundays (where one of us write non-fiction, for some inexplicable reason, also in the anticipation stage).

So, ch-ch-check it out, especially on Thursdays. I'm still figuring out what my story will be about... surprises! (Read: suggestions from my past work?)

\\Update//

I'm now doing Taligrading Tuesday, which is so far a mysterious collection of one, but will eventually be a series of vignettes and character sketches that will spiderweb a story.

And we very much need people to fill in days, so if you are a writer who could use some more readers, and you do stories that come in sections, please let me know.

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Current Age: Eighteen, I'm a boy and I'm a man. Eighteen, I'll go runnin' in outer space.
Current Residence: In my pants.
Interests: A whole big bunch of whatnots.
Favourite movie: MWFtE, 'Boys Don't Cry,' 'Fight Club,' 'V,' 'Pan's Laby
Favourite band or musician: Always with the hard questions, aren't you?
Favourite genre of music: I'll listen to anything once; ska, reggae, metal, hardcore, punk, psychobilly, and hippies.
Favourite artist: Witkin an' Kahlo. An' Dali and this chick I knew once.
Favourite poet or writer: Rilke, Hoffman, Boe, Ginsberg, Kerouac, Townsend, Lennon, Kandel
Operating System: I have caved. Ekspee.
MP3 player of choice: My brain.
Shell of choice: Egg shells. Preferably walkable.
Wallpaper of choice: Tent walls, graffiti.
Skin of choice: Salty anybody's.
Favourite game: Who cares? Little to win, but nothin' to lose.
Personal Quote: Voting is like the lottery. Participation all but secures your failure.
Tools of the Trade: Hands are my personal best.

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*b1gfan

Jun 29, 2008, 11:30:56 PM

the milk is half full - the milk is half empty - there is no milk at all

*butterfly36rs

Apr 26, 2008, 5:16:53 PM

Thanks for the

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_{How do you know when you're falling? When the wind takes your breath away.}

~theAnti-Bambie

Mar 14, 2008, 8:53:05 PM

great gallery!

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Kilroy was here

~sufficient-cause

Mar 6, 2008, 10:54:11 AM

I put up some new writings from one of my current notebooks. This is how I keep the ones in person, and my girl told me I should upload them. everyone is looking but no one has said anything. say something?

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i don't care about specifics
i'm just sticking around
cause i like when you smile
and i like when you frown

*LiteraryUnderground

Jan 18, 2008, 9:54:41 AM

Welcome to the Underground, man.

~sufficient-cause

Dec 12, 2007, 6:59:22 PM

welcome. this is me voting you submit more writing for me to appreciate.

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i don't care about specifics
i'm just sticking around
cause i like when you smile
and i like when you frown

~LisleLisleCrocodile

May 21, 2007, 5:06:50 PM

Silly boy, you don't remember what I look like.

~OneMoreFreek

Oct 9, 2006, 7:54:18 PM Mood: Teasing

Send me a note.

Or get your skinny ass online.

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Everything here [link] is (a)nti-copyrighted. Please use, disassemble, and distribute as you see fit.

~WhenDragQueensAttack

Oct 9, 2006, 3:13:43 PM

I adore you, Toby. Your art is gorgeous and we have to talk about something. Not Jose, don't worry. HAHA.

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I hate to advocate drugs, alcohol, violence, or insanity to anyone, but they've always worked for me.

~gelal

Sep 19, 2006, 5:59:57 PM

Many thanks for the

for "bulge" and "sweat". I appreciate it.

Long days, pleasant nights

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“A drink needs me...I don't
I ain't about to guzzle no tears...So kiss my ass"

RV-Faith No More

[link]

!necrosunderground

Sep 10, 2006, 11:38:17 PM

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If you weren't quite so big, it would be time for Mr. and Mrs. Spank to pay a short, sharp visit to Botty-land.

~OneMoreFreek

Sep 10, 2006, 4:37:21 AM

Oh, but it rambles so good.

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~SoggyPizza

Sep 7, 2006, 5:51:06 PM

thank u much man

i dig yr quote too

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"Yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers
But all that lives is born to die
And so I say to you that nothing really matters
And all you do is stand and cry"
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Check this out: ~MusicIsOurReligion ~ColourCult

!necrosunderground

Sep 6, 2006, 11:20:44 PM

Hey, man, thanks for faving more of m rambling idiocy.

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If you weren't quite so big, it would be time for Mr. and Mrs. Spank to pay a short, sharp visit to Botty-land.

~gaymartianstarfish

Sep 3, 2006, 5:01:08 AM

sounds like a sound plan to me. !! i wish i dindt have to take it. guess who is teaching ap language??? montas!!! bawl. i wonder what he will have to say. ah well

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Life gives us two moments, one to be dull in -
Two deaths; and to stop loving and being lovable, that is the real death;
The other is little beside it.

~OneMoreFreek

Sep 2, 2006, 5:11:14 PM

I can borrow it to you also, s'fast readings. And no Gulliver yet, as I'm still pretending I'm not signed up for the class and am debating doing the work and never ever showing up. Hmm.

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~gaymartianstarfish

Sep 2, 2006, 9:00:59 AM

they were good at saying fuck you, ja indeed. your german spelling is amazing. i could never do it. i shall look for that book as soon as i see a library. have you read the dread gullivers book yet?

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Life gives us two moments, one to be dull in -
Two deaths; and to stop loving and being lovable, that is the real death;
The other is little beside it.

~OneMoreFreek

Sep 2, 2006, 7:34:47 AM

It is called Stonewall. About the Stonewall Riots of 1969 (Summer of Love, my ass--the 60s were full of violence . . . but being helpful, constructive, anti-gov'ment violence, s'all good). Anyways, I do not believe Lorde was at the riots herself, but the other lady (Yvonne Flowers) was.

The thing I like about them is that, at the time, the lesbian bars were all working class (which is fine), but they were set up around this really heavy butch/femme dynamic--you're either butch or you're femme, butches like femmes and femmes like butches, and butches are on top. Blegh. But Flowers and Lorde said 'Fuck you, no,' pretty much. Sehr gut, ja?

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~gaymartianstarfish

Sep 2, 2006, 6:22:36 AM

indeed lorde was a lesbian. sex! says my brain. anywya. that was one of the things i like about her. she is all female power. me too, especially when males usch as pat breen are involved. what is the books name?

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Life gives us two moments, one to be dull in -
Two deaths; and to stop loving and being lovable, that is the real death;
The other is little beside it.

~OneMoreFreek

Sep 1, 2006, 7:09:04 PM

Dude, you're just awesome all over.

Having decided that only from reading your personal quote, I will now look at you gallery.

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~OneMoreFreek

Sep 1, 2006, 7:06:37 PM Mood: Amused

I like this idea. And your computer is silly.

I have a book! Well, that is not so unusual, really. But this one talks about Audre Lorde and I thought you should know. Apparently she was friends with some other chick who was also a black lesbian lady around the same time. (I was not aware Lorde was a lesbian. But really, I should have known.

You people!)

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~SoggyPizza

Aug 31, 2006, 2:32:58 PM

sweet gallery!!

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"Yesterday I saw you kissing tiny flowers
But all that lives is born to die
And so I say to you that nothing really matters
And all you do is stand and cry"
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Check this out: ~MusicIsOurReligion ~ColourCult

~gaymartianstarfish

Aug 30, 2006, 12:44:49 AM

waah. my computer lets me not comment to your comments in return. perhaps it is getting confused. anyway, I was wondering if perhaps we can kidnap peter on another day? since there is to be nno school picnic?

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Life gives us two moments, one to be dull in -
Two deaths; and to stop loving and being lovable, that is the real death;
The other is little beside it.

~Shivluvzmusic