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  1. Sos

    Love, I am not taking advantage of them if they cannot function without me. I am home. They demanded me home last night. Not in a "we made a mistake and we need you" sort of way, but dad said in no uncertain terms, verbatim "get your *** home." I have not cried as much in the past three years as I have last night and today. I cried myself to sleep last night, cried before school, first period, second period, at lunch, fifth period, after school, when I first got home... now that ...
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  2. Metal hound sculpture in an art gallery

    by , 03-16-2009 at 10:45 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    Robot dog, I love you.
    Although I do not have the
    two thousand dollars or so
    to buy you, you're still waiting,
    a happy puppy, scratching clanky cool
    with a motorcycle body, and a head
    helmeted like Vader,
    and a sparkplug tail, a dog
    impervious to tooth or nail
    or bullets.
    And one day
    when the economy is better
    and when my wife lets me and
    if I have discretionary spending
    of two thousand dollars or ...
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    Poetry
  3. Advice please!

    I will shortly be putting up a website to house my portfolio. In addition to illustrating, I dabble a little in writing. If I have something that's been well received, should I put it up too? Or is it kind of silly to host a story on your website? My eventual career goal is to write and illustrate children's books, so I wondering if including writing as well as art wouldn't be beneficial.
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  4. Hide under a sock Sunday

    by , 03-16-2009 at 09:02 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    O god let me borrow more money
    before the bank collapses
    for we've no room for couch potatoes
    in our lounges, gone back
    to wooden armchairs hard as bridges,
    and the state stole all our backyard profits
    from our once-lawn market gardens.

    It's now hide under a sock Sunday
    a death shock for my finance crumble
    and I'm a horrid tangle of bedclothes
    with the washing half done.
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  5. Chase scene at Sunday 4.15

    by , 03-16-2009 at 08:54 PM (Silas Thorne's Journal)
    Cap down with a headstart, you gun it
    pedalling down crazy horse, bursting forth,
    revving and surging, my speed struck brother
    blasting forward a blaze in a carlength
    before the traffic
    stops.

    But why drive all action hero, dude
    Fast and Furiously
    with the Need for Speed too?
    because let's face it
    Bourne and Bond never run over babies
    and old women
    while the cameras are rolling
    and you can't stop on ...
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    Poetry