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Position of Power by sanjose, literature

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Position of Power

I'm sitting alone at the foot of my simple bed But I'm being watched by millions Whatever I do They do, I rule them. I read a book, or paint my nails They all do the same They are only pieces in my worldwide chess game Under the rule of my shaking fingers and my sweating palm. They follow me, unwanting, though excited. Like someone was coaxing them with some unreal reward. They are all so predictable, Yet their actions show no pattern. You are all hopeless followers No life to live, But mine.

'Ode To Timmy' by sanjose, literature

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'Ode To Timmy'

There once was a little pastry shop And inside they made me a pie They wrapped it up in tin foil Which I molded into Timmy the Tin-Foil Guy! Hey Timmy, you're made of tin foil I t really sucked when my sister threw you away But in my mind, you'll always be with me, And I know that soon, I'll be OK. He had a mouth, nose ears and eyes, When you pressed his head he would move with a start But most importantly to me …My Timmy had a great big heart! Hey, Timmy, you're made of tin foil It really sucked when my sister threw you away But in my mind, you'll always be with me, And I know that soon, I'll be OK. In the last few moments, o

I'm Sorry by sanjose, literature

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I'm Sorry

I'm Sorry Beatlemania, French Impressionists, purple painted toes. Heavy metal, studded belts, and Anarchy. We don't match, I wish we did There is no reason to sleep unless I'm sleeping with you. But what would happen to me, To you? We'd meld in to one being, one mind, That would clash. I love you, but I'm not in love with you, You're not my type. I don't have time. You're worth more than these empty excuses, Though they are true. If we did If we didn't Choices Empty bedroom walls, Burned CDs Memorabilia of our memories Every blade of grass your bare feet touched Means so much to me They mean the same to you. Hold ours

Orange by sanjose, literature

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Orange

I don't think that anyone has ever written a song about you, So I did to let you know that I think you're lovely, too. It's just not fair that you are taken advantage of You're just as good; you deserve just as much love! You are trampled by the ugly passersby, To say that you're not pretty is a crime Though I know you're not blue, or yellow, or green, You're orange, and you're the most beautiful color I've ever seen! You fill up my senses, like John Denver's Annie. And you the color, of my favorite candy. You are so sweet, so tangy, and so bright. For my heart, orange, you are the light. You are trampled by the ugly passersby,

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The Singing Butler by sanjose, literature

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The Singing Butler

Under a veil of a windswept beach, Away from contradiction, The winds wavering, Mingling with the butler's song He whispers in her ear, "I'll never leave you" She asks "Why?" The sand under her bare feet, Is rough, But his arms that clutch her, Are soft. The maid holds her hat And providing a detour for the slanted drops, Whose sting reminds the couple why they are there. Why they found each other. He looks into her eyes, Wishing he could see. But, when she looks down, He knows the song is done. Their motions stop revolving, Their swirling thoughts wither With the butler's song. The butler resumes And he attends to h

The Cowardly Knight by sanjose, literature

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The Cowardly Knight

One day, a knight, resting on an apple tree, was visited by a bright, glowing, vision. "You must go on a quest, noble knight," the glowing vision said. "What kind of quest, and just for the record, I'm not very noble, I'm actually a coward." Said the resting knight. "The only thing that I can tell you is that it is a very important quest." And with that, the glowing vision left the resting knight. "I wonder what kind of quest that I must go on. I hope it is nothing very adventurous, for I am a very cowardly knight. I must run away, for then maybe the adventure will not find me!" Therefore, with that, the cowardly knight fled, run

Walls by sanjose, literature

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Walls

I sit here Staring at an empty page, Wishing it were you. My walls kept you out, But I've made a door. I want you in, But at the same time Out. These walls have protected me, And single they've been up I feel safe Be careful. The door I made for you was heavy, And I had almost made it in hopes that you couldn't come through I underestimated your heart, and you didn't have to move it, I broke it down. Now, the turrets of my castle are crumbling, And the gate is rising. I want someone to protect me from the hurt. But can you? Or will you hurt me? I don't want to grow accustomed to you smiling back, Because once I do, You'

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Little boy plays pirates by DrSheeeeet, literature

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Little boy plays pirates

Little boy likes to play pirates Playing captain on the ship That's not his own Little boy likes to play pirates Hides his faults behind The skull and the bones A child in commander's clothing A boy with a big sword The one eyed man, in the land of the blind But now our sight's restored What you deserve is Less than what you seek. It appears the Goodship Friendship Has sprung itself a leak! Yo ho ho! And a bottle of rum! Little boy likes to play pirates Following the strict rules Of lawlessness Little boy likes to play pirates Never hearing echoes Of selflessness The cold captain of the ship? You laugh when you hear sc

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I Just Really Don't Like You by sanjose, literature

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I Just Really Don't Like You

So take the empty frames off the wall, Your happy reign, it too shall fall. You broke my heart and stole from me, The very thing that would set me free. You're not my master anymore, When you shout I won't hit the floor. Ball your fist, or yell my name, I'll just leave the same way I came. Grow my nails out, bleach my hair, I don't want to know if you care. Go and run off, have some fun. Cry about it, eat a gun. So what if I'm angry, and yes, I'm pissed. All those things, I've made a list. Everything, it's up to date, So catch your train wreck, don't be late! Got your letter, Return to sender, You put my heart, Through a bl

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: a college in Missouri.
Favourite genre of music: techno
Operating System: a green balance ball in my room...thats goooood excersise...
MP3 player of choice: my lovely little blue iPod mni that devgre fixed up for me for Christmas.
Shell of choice: one that Johnny Depp is sitting in...him and Tim Curry sharing a shell...yum...
Wallpaper of choice: the lickable kind...yum, tasty!
Skin of choice: my own...frekles and all
Personal Quote: i'm a t-rex mutha-fucka'

Favourite Movies

Rocky Horror Picture Show, Shock Treatment

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Decemberists, Auf De Mour, Norah Jones, Eiffell 65, Gary Jules

Favourite Games

The Meerkat Scrunchnose Game, and Fudge, and Pin-The-Tail-On-The-Holy-Crap-WTF-Is-That

Favourite Gaming Platform

a dentist's chair has proven quite promising in gruling scientific test outside the lab...and inside

Tools of the Trade

nikon D50, and lot's of time.

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sanjose

May 1, 2007

A Rant, in 1 part.

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Sangster vs. Art Yesterday, the day before, the day before that.  Wow.  I can't wait until next semester, when most of my classes will be art classes.  Now? Books. Lots and lots of books.  Though, last night, I enjoyed a photo shoot.  Cheered me right up.  Got me out of a week-long funk.  It was wonderful, me, covered in film (movie trailers, actually).  But, as always, something happened.  The film didn't stick to me.  The shoes were half a size too big--they were gorgeous all the same, but that's besides the point.  The battery on my camera went KA-PUT. I always feel like I'm heinously losing and uphill battle with art.  I think of an

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Feb 27, 2007

Azimuthal Equidistant Projection

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"By the time you're his      Shivering and sighing, And he vows his passion is      Infinite, undying- Lady, make note of this:      One of you is lying." -Dorothy Parker, "Unfortunate Coincidence." of course, i found this in a feminist dictionary...to be perfectly honest, i never thought i'd be looking to a feminist dictionary for help on an essay, but, eh, it turned out to have some really wonderful cynical things in it. oh right, almost forgot... Isabel Allende is an awesome writer, and right now, i'm doing a paper on her book "The Stories of Eva Luna," and comparing it to "Arabian Nights," which is kind of fun... i'm focusing