50 Rules to Live or Die By by xxx-HEDONiSTiC, literature
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50 Rules to Live or Die By
Rule 1: Cigarettes are a bitch. Get off em, quick.
And really any other type of rolled and smoked object. As much as you try to get rid of them, they never quite go away.
Oenn Savage stared at his cigarette in disgust. Well, what was left of it anyway: it was burned all the way to a snub and still smoldering. Damn cancerous thing, he muttered, and threw it to the ground. The ashes fell off the end before it even landed. He stared at it mournfully on the ground for a moment, and then crushed its memory with the heel of his boot. He looked around. There was no one on the street, save a homeless person several yards down
I see your eyes, and they scream to me Innocence!
And in your lips, the lines read clearly Innocence.
It wields a subtle contagiousness.
Yet Im the only one who can see innocence.
What is it that preserves your chasteness?
How is it you harbor such pristine innocence?
It is the binding that restrains me.
Yet it is the very thing that drives me: Innocence.
You are adulterated, Naseem.
Its time to open your cage and free innocence.
We are going to begin energy meditation, Chou instructed, gentle of voice and footfall as always. Slowly, raise from the floor and sit in half-lotus. His voice rousing me from Chung-Joong breath, I became conscious of myself up again, and willed myself, neck and back first, off the floor. I folded my legs, now nimble from the stretching, in the proper position. Put your hands on your knees and focus on you Dahn-jon. Daaaahhnn-joooonn, he chanted. My threw my body into my stomach and held it there in its heat. From somewhere within me, I heard him say, Now, focus on your palms. Palms. Paaalms. Pa
Have you ever noticed how graceful people look as they sleep? Well, I have.
I couldn't help but notice the slight slag in her bottom lip as she slumbered serenely on the mattress slapped precariously upon the floor. Her bangs fell in her face carelessly, and the inner-me wanted so desperately to remove them from her freckled brow, but the outer-me knew otherwise.
The cause of this phenomenon? This sudden ability in me to find such beauty in the rawest, plainest of human activity? Well, experts would say love, and I think I may agree with them.
And what was that? A twitch of lips as she slumbers! Perhaps a smile in a far off, isolated Drea
Red- For the millions of LGBT whose blood runs hot every time they turn on the news.
Orange- For all the words that don't rhyme with anything. Like lesbian! (No, it does not rhyme with thespian!)
Yellow- For all the words that do rhyme with something. Like:
Yellow = Hello. Gay = YAY!
Green- For the 99.9% of LGBTs who are veggies, the 0.05% who are in an actual vegetable state, & also that 0.05% that do eat meat (meaning only me).
Blue- For all the goddamn 'large bodies of water' we have to cross in order to get married in the first place!
Indigo- For those two Indian lesbians in the movie "Fire". Something about New Delhi wives together
Triangle trinity,
fleeting divinity,
a ghost and a father,
and her stolen virginity.
The Immaculate Conception
sounds more like deception.
You may disagree,
but that's just my perception.
Angels Carrying Savage Weapons by xxx-HEDONiSTiC, literature
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Angels Carrying Savage Weapons
Darron Reynolds- Neuroscientist at Aeria Gloris Neurological Lab, protagonist.
Gibreel McKane- Apparently "mentally unstable" patient.
Seamus O'Reilly- Nosy intern at Aeria Gloris Neurological Lab.
Marianne Astley- Head of Neurosurgery at Aeria Gloris.
Narayan Singh- Assistant surgeon to Dr. Astley.
Sara Reynolds- Darron's wife, Professor of Bioethics at Aeria Gloris University.
Christos and Amy Reynolds- Darron & Sara's two twin 5-year-olds.
Fabian Reynolds- Darron & Sara's 14-year-old son.
Professor Aviv- Professor of Theology in Jerusalem.
Matmos- Self-proclaimed Greek oracle living in Thebes.
Mao Xin- Chinese Buddhist monk who c
I am now typing this initiation into the 100 Art Meme program. This is designed to program into your positronic minds the general idea of the program.
In the next 30 seconds, a cryptic message will be typed out to you in the GPL (General Positronic Language). Upon reading it, you will understand the meaning of the program.
TIHSISAPOLYTOCROUPRTYUORMNDIS.PAELSEDESIRAGRDTIHSMSESGAE.ITISOFNOPTRENAICNETOYUORLVEIS.GOAOUBTYUORDYASLVINGNMROLALY.ANDDNOTLETTEHMTKAEYOUAIVLE!
Programming complete.
One could compare her to The Apple of Eden. She was doomed from the start.
I had my eye on her for quite a while now. I knew that it was a dangerous idea just to covet such a thing, let alone try to possess it. I was warned of her danger... oh, was I warned. But she was just so... appealing. The Serpent of Desire did whisper in my conch ear of her aspects:
She had such beauty... so much more beauty than any other being in this Savage Garden. And such knowledge she had... and intellect in an apple of sorts. It seemed as though she held within her core the knowledge of everything. And I wished to obtain it.
I wanted it. I wanted the tangibli
As my fingers depress these keys, I can feel the atmosphere growing more and more
dangerous. I've given up speaking; I know that the walls, not to mention the people behind
them, can hear me. I haven't opened my mouth for anything other than yawning and
eating in two months. I have not left this apartement in one month. I have no need for the
outside world.
I fear everything around me. I trust nothing. I know that if I let my guard down, I'll die.
I am not hiding from anyone. I am not being held captive. No, I am keeping my own
microcosm at bay. I am preventing it from swallowing me.
It is hard to explain, really. In m
'Paranoia' Chapter One by xxx-HEDONiSTiC, literature
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'Paranoia' Chapter One
...Today, the crane has plucked this colloid from my mind: What if inanimate objects
could be manipulated into transmitting information to the government?
That sentence was typed just yesterday. This morning, I woke up and got up from
the floor, knowing that a new colloid will be plucked from The Microcosm today. But, despite
that nauseous thought, I stood up, traversed the near-to-empty apartment to my computer
and started typing this.
I shall now indulge in the arduous task of recording yesterday's events.
I sat in the center of the room, legs crossed, eyelids squeezed shut; meditating. If you
cou
'Paranoia' Chapter Two by xxx-HEDONiSTiC, literature
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'Paranoia' Chapter Two
I woke up this morning in my bed, thank Purgatory.
Two days ago, I did the unthinkable: I spoke. But The Microcosm punished me for it, and willed the clock to knock me out.
But anyway, today, I will be recording yesterday's events after I had finished typing the events of the day before that.
I woke up painfully. My head throbbed where the clock had collided. I stood up cautiously so as not to stagger into one of the furnishings around me. I pushed a footstool out of the way so that I might have accessed the rest of the apartment. I trudged soundlessly into my bathroom, where the grime lived. I kicked open the door and
One could compare her to The Apple of Eden. She was doomed from the start.
I had my eye on her for quite a while now. I knew that it was a dangerous idea just to covet such a thing, let alone try to possess it. I was warned of her danger... oh, was I warned. But she was just so... appealing. The Serpent of Desire did whisper in my conch ear of her aspects:
She had such beauty... so much more beauty than any other being in this Savage Garden. And such knowledge she had... and intellect in an apple of sorts. It seemed as though she held within her core the knowledge of everything. And I wished to obtain it.
I wanted it. I wanted the tangibli
I am now typing this initiation into the 100 Art Meme program. This is designed to program into your positronic minds the general idea of the program.
In the next 30 seconds, a cryptic message will be typed out to you in the GPL (General Positronic Language). Upon reading it, you will understand the meaning of the program.
TIHSISAPOLYTOCROUPRTYUORMNDIS.PAELSEDESIRAGRDTIHSMSESGAE.ITISOFNOPTRENAICNETOYUORLVEIS.GOAOUBTYUORDYASLVINGNMROLALY.ANDDNOTLETTEHMTKAEYOUAIVLE!
Programming complete.
Angels Carrying Savage Weapons by xxx-HEDONiSTiC, literature
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Angels Carrying Savage Weapons
Darron Reynolds- Neuroscientist at Aeria Gloris Neurological Lab, protagonist.
Gibreel McKane- Apparently "mentally unstable" patient.
Seamus O'Reilly- Nosy intern at Aeria Gloris Neurological Lab.
Marianne Astley- Head of Neurosurgery at Aeria Gloris.
Narayan Singh- Assistant surgeon to Dr. Astley.
Sara Reynolds- Darron's wife, Professor of Bioethics at Aeria Gloris University.
Christos and Amy Reynolds- Darron & Sara's two twin 5-year-olds.
Fabian Reynolds- Darron & Sara's 14-year-old son.
Professor Aviv- Professor of Theology in Jerusalem.
Matmos- Self-proclaimed Greek oracle living in Thebes.
Mao Xin- Chinese Buddhist monk who c
One could compare her to The Apple of Eden. She was doomed from the start.
I had my eye on her for quite a while now. I knew that it was a dangerous idea just to covet such a thing, let alone try to possess it. I was warned of her danger... oh, was I warned. But she was just so... appealing. The Serpent of Desire did whisper in my conch ear of her aspects:
She had such beauty... so much more beauty than any other being in this Savage Garden. And such knowledge she had... and intellect in an apple of sorts. It seemed as though she held within her core the knowledge of everything. And I wished to obtain it.
I wanted it. I wanted the tangibli
Current Residence: Here Favourite genre of music: Everything Favourite photographer: Lina Hansson Operating System: My mind Shell of choice: Conch -- as I love the symbolism
screw meme.
I will do my own damn thing.
I will write my own stuff.
But... I have a bit of creative constipation, if you will.
I really can't write anything.
I will try, but I can't guarantee anything with better quality than crap.
Yeah, about that.
I'mma convert it to a film script I think.
I have to think it over.
Give me a good reason not to and I won't.
That's it.
THE LIST
1. http://xxx-hedonistic.deviantart.com/art/100-Art-Meme-Introduction-66025771
2. http://xxx-hedonistic.deviantart.com/art/002-Love-66132716
3. Light
4. Dark
5. Seeking Solace
6. Break Away
7. Heaven
8. http://xxx-hedonistic.deviantart.com/art/008-Innocence-66509426
9. Drive
10. Breathe Again
11. Memory
12. Insanity
13. Misfortune
14. Smile
15. http://xxx-hedonistic.deviantart.com/art/015-Silence-66169913
16. Questioning
17. Blood
18. http://xxx-hedonistic.deviantart.com/art