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Joker Passed by seussical-love, literature

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Joker Passed

There's an empty cell in Arkham today. I pushed the door open, let it swing. The hinges creaked, then silence. There was no laughter in the stone. The bed was quiet. The light, of course, would betray nothing. I took one step in, kept my eyes on his window. So, this is what he saw as he died. Gotham, spread like cancer, interrupted by bars. The sky was violet like his shirt. I popped the collar against the damp and drew my breath deep. It still smelled like him, like blood, like sex, like violence. There'd never be another him. People wept with joy. I just wept. The night was pockmarked with car horns, barks, sirens. But i

Tell Me, Darling by seussical-love, literature

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Tell Me, Darling

Tell me, darling, absent lover, why should I not feel betrayed? Your eyes, your hands so mark'd upon my nightmares, my deepest longings are nowhere to be felt. It is not love. If such a powerful, sweet affliction drove you, would you not be here beside me? The space glares as a wound, this gaping hole on one side of the bed that God, that Great Surgeon has failed to suture. It is not love. I do not mind a walk alone; the violets, the fireflies will keep me as

When Cash Died by seussical-love, literature

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When Cash Died

I cried the day the Man in Black passed into that kingdom of white-- and the fissures, those little cracks broke me, in the light of a winter morning crisp and cold when youth still stained my mind; Mourning, a gentleman, striving bold, with his dark suit as a mine full of diamonds took my hand and led me far astray, away from ships and plains and lands where oft his guitar played. I may not have seen those Folsom halls but I would answer, should their bard call.

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New Mexican Lullaby

When the sun hangs like a dead man in that blue, spread-open coffin I'll go to Santa Fe, New Mexico. I'll go to Santa Fe in my Chevrolet, and I will sing minuets to the asphalt as I fly over it like a saint thrown out of hell. I'll go to Santa Fe. The mountains will shake their hips because I'll be blasting Queen, bleeding that melodic royalty from my open windows. I'll go to Santa Fe. I've always wanted to be a cowgirl. I'll go to Santa Fe. I've always wanted to be new. I'll go to Santa Fe. I'll cut my heart out of my chest and keep it in a jar in my front seat so I have something to talk to. I'll go to Santa Fe. The

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We Were Lucky by seussical-love, literature

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We Were Lucky

We were lucky. These were the slow kind. Of zombies, that is. They shuffled their feet as they trudged over the baseball diamond; some of them were missing their lower jaws, so their tongues swayed as they moved. I found it better if they missed appendages rather than walking around without any skin. I was with my best friend, Tegan, who was reclining on the bleachers. There was no wind; her blonde hair fell in a sheet. She blew a big, pink bubble with her gum and then popped it. The snapping sound was harsh. "You ready to do this?" She asked me, reaching up and touching the brim of her baseball cap as she stared out at the approaching horde

On The Mountain by seussical-love, literature

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On The Mountain

On the mountain did Chernabog rest breathing smoke and fog upon the moors and bogs. While water dogs dripping like clockwork-- wheels and cogs stood on their shores maws silent as they stared at the summit, glossed over by the stars-- though the demon's shape, his hoggish build was betrayed by the moon upon his God-locked wings. They saw Death that their masters, so boxed inside their daily jobs like trap't foxes failed to notice.

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Affixed to her fridge were flame magnets, the kind you were supposed to put on your car. It looked as though the fridge was trying to fly through the floor, which wasn't yielding. There was also a scrap of red carpet duct-taped over a hole in the front plastic layer of the freezer door. Someone had drawn a crude penis on the fabric with a black marker, complete with a little smiley face. On the inside, several large nails had been hammered in, forming the shape of a cross. There were splatters of something red around it. Inside, there was nothing save for about fifteen shot glasses filled with different colored kinds of jello. Likewise, ther

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Ava

Ava stood in the middle of her bed. Her sheets were a horrific shade of burgundy. Her head almost touched the ceiling. The shaking stopped, everything in her room settling. The vibrations ended as soon as they began, and as they stopped it was like something died, something they ought to mourn, whatever it was. Ava's neighbor, Eve, who used to be addicted to crank, slammed her door open, eyes wide and red-rimmed. Eve, though she had been in the program for several weeks, was still very much in the grips of that great, white monster—at least, she was where it would hurt her the most. "I almost died, Ava! Jesus tits!" That's all she said,

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Origami Dependence by seussical-love, literature

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Origami Dependence

We've paved our relationship with molten brick; then tied our fingers against thunderstruck trees while prudent street dogs spat selfish lyrics and served lightly-salted soliloquies. I cried starshine into your emerald arms, so you could become the meaningful whisper I'll never hear. I fell for faithless, plastic charms in rooms that smelled like smoke, white oak and beer. Our hearts became rocket ships tied to ribbons, one crawling on an overstuffed belly; always too far behind like the sons and daughters of Elias Fitzgibbons who said we would wed us on Tuesday, that holy bind. Wicked felt-tipped pens, forging "I love yous." wer

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June 5
United States
Deviant for 15 years
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_{I am not so serious, this passion is a plagiarism; I might join your century but only on a rare occasion. I was taken out before the labor pains set in and now behold the world's worst accident: I am the girl anachronism. (:

Operating System: Mac OS X.
MP3 player of choice: Ipod.
Favourite cartoon character: Aang, 'Avatar - The Last Airbender'
Personal Quote: "Dare to be happy."}

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Dropkick Murphys | Flogging Molly

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Insanity + Imagination + A Pencil!

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Apr 11, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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1. Whats your name? Morgan. 2. How tall are you? 5'6". 3. Natural hair color? (if you can remember it) Brown! 4. What about eye color? Also brown! 5. What orientation are you? Hetero. 6. Are you single, taken, or undecided? Taken. :3 7. What do you do in your spare time? Dick around on the internet, read, play video games, bother Jordan. 8. What's your job? I'm a bindery assistant in Edmon-Low. (: 9. What's one thing you like about yourself? I have a cute nose. 10. Alright, now what about something you dislike about yourself? Being crazy. D: 11. What's some things your friends noticed about you when they first met you? I

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seussical-love

Feb 1, 2012

help. i have done it again.

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It's been forever since I updated this thing, but, if you're interested, here's what's up... :bulletpurple: I really stopped being active on dA after my sophomore year at OSU; I graduate in May with my bachelor's in Arts & Sciences. But, since I still have good friends (like Sindakri (https://www.deviantart.com/sindakri) and HeartMisu (https://www.deviantart.com/heartmisu)) plus artists I really admire (most notably lily-fox (https://www.deviantart.com/lily-fox) and anyone she endorses ever), I keep this account active to keep track of people whose works I enjoy more than my own. I'm not dead. I'm just either offline or in other places on the internet. (Like Facebook LOL oh geez I'm addicted...)(... reddit, too.) :bulletpurple: Like I sai