slashaholic-666

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Addiction said 'We're fated to be together' by slashaholic-666, literature

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Addiction said 'We're fated to be together'

Tobacco leaves wind themselves around Thymine and compete for space with the coca leaves curling around Cytosine in the next base pair. Papaver somniferum blooms within Guanine and the poppy roots itself within the deoxyribose backbone. Adenine bedazzles the eye with neon pills spilling out of its double rings that can take you up, down, wherever your rabbit-hole goes so your fears and worries are content to sip tea with you instead of breathing down your neck. A with T, C with G, and just a sip of alcohol (of your choice) to ease the bonds that hold them together, to keep them from falling apart into a disheveled mess of I’m in contro

Spring Insecurities by slashaholic-666, literature

A warm, windy spring day after a harsh winter. by slashaholic-666, literature

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A warm, windy spring day after a harsh winter.

The warmth of the sun burns dendrites and axons into winds whipping at tornado force speeds not unlike the chemical mix that giddies the senses into a channel of inspiration that must be transcribed. These rapid fire thoughts must be caught with graphite and chiseled into petal-delicate paper not unlike how the stars slip through the sieve of stretching hands that happily burn and singe their feathers into phoenix ash. The phoenix ash warms the heart into a race to finish this explosion before the rain comes and the wax wings melt not unlike the neurological signals that override the circadian rhythms and propel the mind into a short-lived

What You Missed After Committing Suicide (College) by slashaholic-666, literature

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What You Missed After Committing Suicide (College)

Your 9 am lecture class shook its head at another absence and the teacher put another red X next to your name. History, Biology, Theatre - all of your classes went on teaching their material. The few who noticed shrugged your absence off as sickness. The sun set, the stars twinkled coldly above the library, the sun rose, the third quarter moon could still be seen in the morning sky. You didn't miss much.

Armed Stage Combat by slashaholic-666, literature

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Armed Stage Combat

one-two, one-two click-clack, click-clack the quarterstaff spins and thrusts, gets blocked arms, legs, feet glide in a way that looks like real time conflict isn't just muscle memory no dance is complete without lighting -- a bright bloody red to wash over this war quiet the thoughts that break the illusion (I wonder how long it took to bring this up from practice speed) and let the fight go on

I am not a Princess by slashaholic-666, literature

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I am not a Princess

i. First Encounter I locked myself in this tower - thank you very fucking much - coming in and destroying - ii. The dragon motherfucker, I am the dragon iii. Escaping I will tear you limb from fucking limb if you aren't out of here by iv. The return voyage one...two...three... v. Happily ever after To do: add his body to the lawn, head on wall, fix everything that jackass broke, buy barbed wire for the fence

Behind the Wall by slashaholic-666, literature

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Behind the Wall

words drip honey in caresses like blushing rose petals (can't live on honey forever, can you?) champagne words flow in toasts of red and white petals (can't live on display, can you?) words drown in bitters and bruises blossom like dog roses (can't live in denial, can you?) Pinot noir whispers soothe like tender bandages of crocus petals (you can because you have to) words pour, Everclear drowning primroses and claiming you (if zhe can't have you, no one can) words drip honey in caresses like black and blue rose petals (you can't leave, can you?)

I don't want the blankets anymore. by slashaholic-666, literature

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I don't want the blankets anymore.

I cannot open my eyes because then I'd have to admit that I can't sleep without your heartbeat within arm's reach or your sleepy voice mumbled into my neck G'night, sleep tight, somethin' bed bugs tonight... I cannot open my eyes because doing so breaks the illusion that you got up but are returning and your side of the bed will be warm again soon you are coming back you are, you are, you are I cannot open my eyes because I fell asleep alone for years and we weren't together long enough for it to be this hard now

An E-shop based Valentine by slashaholic-666, literature

To a Parental Unit by slashaholic-666, literature

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To a Parental Unit

By not coming back as a ghost, you have missed the chance to trip me while walking to receive my diploma. You won’t be there to knock the beer from my hand into the ‘pretty but not good for me’ girl when I get foolishly drunk on my 21st birthday. You are clearly missing all the chances to remind me that I haven’t given you grandbabies – married sister, pregnant cousin, screaming babies in the grocery store. There are all these holes in my life waiting for you to haunt me. Why won’t you?

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Addiction said 'We're fated to be together' by slashaholic-666, literature

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Addiction said 'We're fated to be together'

Spring Insecurities by slashaholic-666, literature

A warm, windy spring day after a harsh winter. by slashaholic-666, literature

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A warm, windy spring day after a harsh winter.

What You Missed After Committing Suicide (College) by slashaholic-666, literature

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What You Missed After Committing Suicide (College)

Armed Stage Combat by slashaholic-666, literature

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Armed Stage Combat

I am not a Princess by slashaholic-666, literature

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I am not a Princess

Behind the Wall by slashaholic-666, literature

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Behind the Wall

I don't want the blankets anymore. by slashaholic-666, literature

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I don't want the blankets anymore.

An E-shop based Valentine by slashaholic-666, literature

To a Parental Unit by slashaholic-666, literature

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To a Parental Unit

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Holiday Card Project 2012 by Heidi, journal

Holiday Card Project 2012

Nov 7, 2012

It's back! With the goal of bringing a little cheer to patients in the hospital during the holiday season, the deviantART Holiday Card Project connects deviants from around the world and applies their tremendous artistic abilities in designing and creating uplifting holiday cards. In past years, the Project has received more than 5,000 cards sent in by more than 1,000 deviants from 50 different countries/political regions. Cards were then divvied up and distributed in-person by deviantART members to local Los Angeles, CA hospitals, with additional cards given to various hospitals in the U.S. and abroad for hospital staff members to hand out

A Murder's love chap. 1 by Iggypuff, literature

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A Murder's love chap. 1

~~3 weeks later~~ Dark eyes narrowed as L looked over the newest information. It didn't make sense. A 58 year old business executive was found murdered in his L.A. penthouse. Laying beside him was an old French/English style pocket watch. The police didn’t think anything of it, people were murdered there everyday, one more didn’t matter. With no evidence to arrest the killer, the case was dropped. A week later a 30 year old bank accountant was found dead in her old style country side home, a jar of honey and strawberry jam laying forgotten beside her. Her husband away on a business trip and her 3 kids away on vacation. With no clu

'5 Phrases I Think Christians Shouldn't Say. by LGBT-Christians, journal

'5 Phrases I Think Christians Shouldn't Say.

May 24, 2012

https://reluctantxtian.wordpress.com/2012/05/17/5-phrases-i-think-christians-shouldnt-say/ Accessed by !StrawberryR (https://www.deviantart.com/strawberryr) Written by Reluctant Xtian from Wordpress.com Sometimes I curse. I don’t pepper my language liberally with curse words like people might pepper a house salad, but sometimes I curse. It surprises people to hear that pastors sometimes curse. But really, that’s all I can do sometimes. When you see terrible tragedy where you have absolutely no response other than sadness and despair, cursing happens…because you can do nothing else. Likewise, sometimes when I see utter beauty a word will slip through m

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Conic Ship by slashaholic-666, literature

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Conic Ship

(x - me)^2 + (y - you)^2 = infinity infinity is defined by a circle merely so we can see it the layers of time looping back on itself and perhaps see for a moment that we are meant to be together until the circle ends like an eternal hug -- (x - me)^2 + (y - you)^2 = 1 (time) (difference) |(time) - (difference)| = us elliptical thoughts can't quite break from their predestined path revolving around + us and our wavering relationship -- (x - me)^2 - (y - you)^2 = 1 (half-truths) (half-lies) (half-truths) + (half-lies) = conflict time and difference are the dashes separating me and you as we curve away from each

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~ Who knows if to live is to be dead, and to be dead, to live? And we really, it may be, are dead; in fact I once heard sages say that we are now dead, and the body is our tomb...
- Unknown

~ Music washes from the soul the dust of everyday life.
- Berthold Auerbach

~ I think one of the jobs of a best friend is to immediately delete your computer history after you die.
- Anon

~ There's a fine line between genius and insanity, love and hate, pain and pleasure. For some of us that line is blurred.
- Me

~ Physically a virgin. Mentally a whore. Safe sex is erotic writing!
- Unknown

~ 1: I think my mom's starting to catch onto the idea.
2: Has your mom always put vodka over her Cheerios?
- Comic called "Zits"

~ "I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am out of control and at times hard to handle. But if you can't handle me at my worst, then you sure as hell don't deserve me at my best."
— Marilyn Monroe

~ "We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race, and the human race is filled with passion. Medicine, law, business, and engineering - these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life; but poetry, beauty, romance, love - these are what we stay alive for." -- Synyster-Sam

~ "Writers, especially poets, are particularly prone to madness. There exists a striking association between creativity and manic depression. Why are more creative people prone to madness? They have more than average amounts of energies and abilities to see things in a fresh and original way — then because they also have depression, I think they’re more in touch with human suffering." -- Synyster-Sam

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www.helpthirst.com helps end world thirst

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Jun 4, 2014

/alive/

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*sigh* I really ought to get the stuff from my Poetry Workshop up.

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May 15, 2014

I'm still alive.

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I made it through finals week. I somehow got everything packed (I swear that shit bred and increased), and I've been home since the 2nd. I have some things I can upload and share here, but I've just been emotionally tired. Finals week, *unintelligible noise*. But I am still alive.

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Apr 23, 2014

Whose birthday and deathday is today?

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If you guessed William Shakespeare, you are correct. As a reward, here is a sonnet. If you guessed incorrectly, you now have a bit of knowledge you previously didn't have or had forgotten. Sonnet 116 - Let me not to the marriage of true minds Let me not to the marriage of true minds Admit impediments. Love is not love Which alters when it alteration finds, Or bends with the remover to remove: O no! it is an ever-fixed mark That looks on tempests and is never shaken; It is the star to every wandering bark, Whose worth's unknown, although his height be taken. Love's not Time's fool, though rosy lips and cheeks Within his bending sick