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About Me Member Mad Scientist WanderingOisinMale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 5 Years
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Strange CityHow crushed they all look,  Beneath the vault of this  Sublunar city.  Dreams are strangers crashing into us.  We are strangers, becoming other strangers' dreams, and  I am a Stranger in a strange land, and  A partaker of a strange feast.   
I feast on the futures of my kinsmen;   
(I a wave crashing against some derelict's bow.)  My repast, their hope.  My sufficiency, their excoriation.   
(Caparisoned in the meanings)  We consume each others' dreams, leaving nothing behind  Beneath this mind the blow of Heaven's  
Easy pardoning,  We find the tim Strange City
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Into What Fair GardenInto what fair garden have I blown,  On all sides encompassed by lilies  Incarnadine and graceful in their  Longing for the sun?  The insects draw from long stems  The ichors of the earth and her  Disconsolate yearnings for  
Equilibrium in all.  A weed grown up amongst the lilies  Cannot long stand the blow  Of a tireless breeze which aches  For my annihilation.  Into what fair garden have I blown,  Closed in by the beauty and  The cruelty and the terminality  
Of Time's easy wasting away?  I watched a butterfly's wing  Glide so elegantly on the air  An Into What Fair Garden
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This Piscine Murder Will Out
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The Poet-KingThere was a verse sung long ago,  By fairer tongue than mine.  It told the story of the man  That hope could never find.  It told the story of the King  That left his reign behind.   
It told of the poet and the storm,  Of misfortunes without number.  And a heart which was from birth forlorn,  Whom Love could not unslumber.  Who lived in stillness as the morn is  Immolated in its umber.   
How chill the dew which soft falls down  Upon his noble countenance.  His robe is colored of the earth,  Though not for want of elegance.  Black the golden of his crow The Poet-King
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  • Interests: Waxing philosophical; Metaphysico-theologo-cosmolonigology; Shooting things.
  • Favourite band or musician: Cohen
  • Favourite genre of music: The spherical kind
  • Favourite artist: God, W. Miller(#5), Beksinski
  • Favourite poet or writer: Dostoyevsky, Baudelaire, Khayyam

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~silence-spoke Oct 22, 2009, 7:33:03 PM
Hey thar. Thanks for the add :D

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"I'm as badass as a piece of fluff."
Jani :rofl: :hug:
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~WanderingOisin Oct 9, 2009, 8:29:48 PM
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I need a hobby.

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There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
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~Hanyuse Jun 6, 2009, 5:39:38 AM
It's been quite some time, but I wanted to thank you for the favorite on Noir: Detective, way back in August of last year.

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"Dead Tom's dead! Long John shot him!"
"But, Dead Tom's always been dead. That's why we call him Dead Tom."
"Oh."
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~melvinthemagical Apr 28, 2009, 10:20:59 PM
Miss talking to you, ill try to be on more often.

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"True love is in the heart of the beheld"
~melvinthemagical
"Philosophy and a spot of tea" ~TheDiogenesClub
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~melvinthemagical Feb 17, 2009, 1:21:49 AM
so.. book idea, a wide spread epidemic that effects adults between the ages of 20-60. basically turning them into mental and emotional infants. This radically changes the structure of our government as younger and younger people are elected into office. its only an idea, but i wanted to see what you thought.

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"True love is in the heart of the beheld"
~melvinthemagical
"Philosophy and a spot of tea" ~TheDiogenesClub
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~aphreall Feb 27, 2009, 3:06:29 AM
You know, I read a book a few years ago that touched on the subject, somewhat.
The disease actually killed off everyone over the age of 13, thus forcing everyone left to take over. I believe it even got onto then coming up with their own -limited- forms of government. Been too long to remember the details, but I've always found the story idea interesting (if I may butt in once again :giggle:)

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The ready availability of suicide, like sex and alcohol, is one of life's basic consolations.
-Edward Abbey
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~melvinthemagical Mar 14, 2009, 12:13:14 AM
i would love to read that

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"True love is in the heart of the beheld"
~melvinthemagical
"Philosophy and a spot of tea" ~TheDiogenesClub
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~WanderingOisin Feb 27, 2009, 3:10:42 PM
Sounds remarkably like the cheesy (albeit entertaining) Post-Apocalyptic show, 'Jeremiah'...

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There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
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~aphreall Feb 27, 2009, 3:15:28 PM
(Take a deep breath, dear) I may actually have to find that =P
If memory serves, the book was called The Girl Who Owned a City or something like that.

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The ready availability of suicide, like sex and alcohol, is one of life's basic consolations.
-Edward Abbey
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~WanderingOisin Feb 17, 2009, 1:23:37 PM
Why, it's almost like what happ[ened in the Election.

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There, there’s only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
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