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My Biomechanical World Sparrow (Portrait)

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No Silence

Satirical

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Emotional Drain 1680x1050

Poetic Shards

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Literature

Wake Up

He woke from a deep sleep, the room still dark. Had there been a noise? It was quiet now. He reached in the darkness and lifted his phone, the display coming to life just as the alarm sounded, the unexpected noise startling him fully awake. He thumbed the display blindly to silence the alarm. Six am. He hated waking right before the alarm like this, it wasn't natural. His body clock had never been so attuned, definitely not to a minute prior to his alarm. He sat up, found his glasses, and shuffled to the bathroom before heading down to the kitchen to make coffee. With the coffee ground, the machine filled, he started the brew and... Something wasn't right. He had a cartridge coffee maker, not this... He woke, sat bolt upright in bed, sweat beading on his brow. He looked down toward the nightstand at his phone as the alarm sounded, startling him. He reached for it, desperate to silence the racket but only managed to knock it off onto the floor. Swearing, he turned on the light

Disturbing

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Erotica

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Literature

West of Ashland Ave.

Late August but summer has already packed its bags. Warm, but something cooler whispers above LaSalle Street.  You've strayed from your corner, in a city of big shoulders. I wait for a cab and wonder who will buy your story today. An ungentle world has left you with that sweet smile, the one with warmth left on this cooling afternoon. I've got a twenty and some change, and I don't care if you spend it on booze or smoke. Give me a reason to walk today.    

Landscapes

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Insectus Dusky Hawkus

Surreal and Abstract

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borderlands

Minimalism

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Tutorial #18 : A possible path on the color map

Resources

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Yummy

Concepts

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Literature

Remember

Martin stood at the edge of the field, struck numb by the expanse of white crosses peppered with red, stretching out to where the earth touched the sky. "Overwhelming, isn't it?" The voice dry, sandpaper rough. Martin turned to the old man nestled in a wheelchair, an old green blanket on his lap, liver spotted face wrinkled and pale, too-big ears tucked up under a knit touque. "It is. I'd read about this place, about how many men were buried here, but you can't grasp the scale, can't get this feeling from a book." "Men, women, many of them just children. They didn't just give their lives, they gave up everything they'd ever have. Generati

Prose

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Expressive

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Riders on the Storm, Actors Out on Loan

Just Plain Pretty

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butterfly

Portraits

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Reference

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Realize

Inspiration

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Literature

warmth

Abhorrence is my blood. Revulsion seeps from the dreams beneath my scalp where my hair keeps its roots, to the cold bone claws of my toes.  I tape shut my needle tracks and I still glow.  When I wash my hands, I see my skin rinse away, and cold water bleeds away from my bones down into the drain.  It smells of winter, of mint and transparency. My veins look blue, my bones protrude. This is what I am. The moon climbs high and keeps vigil over my nights, using her long evergreen needles to inject me with wild insomnia.  My hands clap at the windows in agitation, opening each and every one for some release, for some new brea

Lit for Further Review

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