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I am a Deviously Deviant
Andrew Luse
30/Male/United States
Why I Am Here
- To herd llamas
- To network with other artists
- To become a better artist
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I am hairy, I am supercalifragilistic, I am strange, hear me moooo!!!!
In Two Days
Tue Oct 27, 2009, 6:56 PM
South of Red-Wing
I wake up on the wrong side of the equinox, geese in isosceles stitches trace a path down the world's face, stop to ravish the harvest's sun-dried trash
piled in furrows and hedgerows. A clatter of crows pleats the air with black derision, brushes a red-wing off the taut wire of her discretion.
Summer's long truce broken, the mice have returned to the cat food, gnawed dank passage to that heavy yellow sack, peppered our floor with their delicate scat.
This bounty of need, feeling the leaves crack as the cat stalks his own red meal, whiskers his way through the crisp buffalo grass.
Something has burrowed into the half-assed pumpkin patch - skunk, badger, another hair-shirt mendicant telling her beads along the food chain,
clicking the beetles' lacquer-thin shells, snapping brittle seed-hulls in her frosty cell, far from the sun's ache, taking no thought for the morrow.
Thin fires kiss the evenings now beneath the railway trestle; and the men with cardboard signs, trolling the highways in denim and flannel, all drift south.
~PAu
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Disney is the gateway drug for Anime -- nocturnalequine
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لا إله إلا الله
I always like hear your comments too
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Disney is the gateway drug for Anime -- nocturnalequine
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suvo...the one
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How many frequent flier miles would it take to send someone nonstop to hell?
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We stand here all alone,
Wishing we had someone.
I sit outside of Paradise's door,
Just to hear your breathing...
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