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[2002-07-08 09:33:06 +0000 UTC]
"Najm ad-Din"
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# Statistics
Favourites: 10; Deviations: 17; Watchers: 13
Watching: 249; Pageviews: 6245; Comments Made: 154; Friends: 249
# Interests
Favorite movies: American PsychoFavorite writers: Edgar Allan
# Comments
Comments: 56
Hi! (/^3^)/ ~ Thank you so much for watching me!
PS: Checkout my FB-Page www.facebook.com/GeniMonster
There you can find more pics, wips and news or win the new give-away \(*o*)/ Hope we see us there again!
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Gratz n.n
Hey, did you know if you minus the N in your name, that's my name?
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Congratulations for the DD! You deserves it!
Keep it up.
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I have until the tenth, yes? I don't even remember what I had in mind for it, but was probably going to use my fascinating "instant poetry" scheme to bust something up in a day.
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i ever say how cool you are?
we need to talk sometime
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'She' is a motherly figure, yes.
domestic abuse is a part of the poem, yes.
'is it about the process of life and death' < that particular stanzas was a general description of the nuke going off in the distance and seeing red curtains collapse and cascade across the land (destroying everything of course).
thanks for reading - im still working on 'there is a man' I had a deadline to submit that so it never reached the standards I originated for it.
as for - Image is in and ing - it was for the girlfriend. 
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it's a soldier carrying a puppy. in the spanish civil war.
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I intend to read your work...when...ya, sometime soon
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Link of the Night!
In the fashion of Big Poppa E, I give you ~punkiebear , blasting out an anthem for all the videogamers, D&Ders, Jedis, Evil Deadites, and artists --- the nerds.
Love, your lovely oral-sex provider, ~ jesusbite .
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Link of the Night ! I figured you needed some more good reading material, so I went digging through my list and picked out the finest imagery, crispest words and some of the best storytelling that I could find. I love poetry that people can get jealous of. This is some of it.
And as always, random lovings, soddings and fuckings from your bud, ~ jesusbite . You can have your choice of your sexual deviation.
And as a bonus, the Poet of the Night. ~agraphia
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Link of the Night! Bitches.
It only took me six months to get it going again, but I picked a doozy this time. Its a pseudo-slammer, with a humor that slides in and beats you in the testes with a shit bat.
You'll understand when you read it. Go. Now. And, as always, random huggings, kissings, fuckings and general appreciative tappings from buddy Jesusbite.
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Well, the problems you now have with your argument are basically the problems I have with any form of absolute determinism, and that many philosophers and/or theologians have with same. That's why Aquinas had to find a way for omniscience and free will to coexist, because without the foundational tenet of free will to lend meaning to choices, original sin isn't, and suddenly the Catholic Church sounds like Calvinist Puritanism, where it doesn't matter one bit what you do in this life, your reward in the next has been predetermined. For a religion that relies on faith and good works, as opposed to faith alone, the absence of free will is a fatal blow.
Your argument is essentially nondeistic, although there's something of the deity in "the perfect, known system", but the same problems arise. It's not determinism that's the problem, it's determinism without the mitigating influence of free will, and that's why I push so strongly for the latter. I couldn't give a damn what sort of determinism one believes in (and I have a moderately deterministic philosophy myself), but any determinism that ignores choice does so, I think, at its own peril and ultimately to its own logical failure.
However, I know that's not your last word on the subject, and it's probably not mine, so we can keep banging out deviant comments and/or wait for some other asshole to say something stupid, and then it's fun for the whole apathetic lot of them.
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Haha, success, that thread had been destroyed. I thank you greatly for the discussion and the collusion.
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yeah, I agree you were.
I had to take a nap recently to try to gather myself.
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I was walking by it, and I just thought to myself, "How the hell does everything in that mess get where it's supposed to?" I walked by it again with a camera, and the twilight sky just begged for a picture to be taken. So I did.
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Thanks for dissecting Baby Talk. You're the first person whose opinions are similar to mine. I had to spend a lot of time creating all those speed bumps. My primary intention was to write about a subject that doesn't fall within my immediate sphere of influence, and in a style that challenged every aspect of good writing that I knew.
Character development took a back seat to the drugs, because that is usually what happens in reality as well. The next fix is an essential part of a junkie's life - more so than anything else that we consider important. Also, the actual nature of addiction isn't always primary to a feeling of abandonment and betrayal on the parts of the people around the addict. They focus on the effects of the addiction, rather than the cause or psychological implications of such a dependence. There is sufficient frustration on the narrator's part, however, to threaten the junkie, and that's all there is. Justification and righteousness are not necessary for the narrator to kill her; all that is required is that he believes that it is for the best. All the questions that remain about the characters and their justifications are for a piece written in a more polished manner.
From what you've said, I think I've succeeded somewhat in my effort at explicitly bad writing. I'm going to continue to try and get better at it. Thanks again.
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Thanks for the commentary on my journal, it was interesting & amusing ^_^
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Haven't seen you in a long damn time. What's the word from the outside?
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THANK YOU for your delightful comment on Breathe Between the Bites- such insightful words have never reached my ears before.
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Alright, 2-0-0-3! Now don't look forward and don't look back this is gonna be a tough year, so lay low and ciao …
I mean chow (stoop) chew it. There's gonna be everything the news-soaps are famous for and in the meantime live your own life the way you want to.
So yeah, from my universe to yours, just make it happen everything will be alright, even when all seems wrong. It's all and only supposed to happen like that. It's what you and all these fine people around you feed reality with. Reality is no more than a faculty of numbers. And you know what, next year I'll have better news. For now I can only say drive fast, fuck harder, go long and steady. And deeper still, don't let a number numb you.
Happy new … Yeah …
Groovz
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Link of the Night! Love (with random lovings, soddings, hugs and fuckings), Jeezy.
Five Minutes More
Bri Morin
if I could paint you
you would be chocolate
rich and thick
like mid-June nights
riding in my car
no shoes
roll all windows down
dip your arm up to your elbow
in warm summer
humming air condition melodies
this morning
the harsh hand of reality finds me again
drags me
kicking and screaming
from sleepwalking
into today
course blanket against my face
serves a silent reminder
that I am now awake
I fight waxing sunlight
willfully binding my eyelids together
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can you check out my poem,
[link]
please
i m not sure if this is the place to ask for help or what, thanks
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I'll be back to read some of your prose later. I like these places where you bring me with your words. And will therefore visit them more often.
Laterz Groovz
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Link of Da NIGHT! From yer pal', Jesusbite.
Take your random lovings or fuckings or snoogins and then go read. Its good, I swear. One of my favorite poets.
You, reflections and shadows are the only proof of my myth
i am nothing buit a story being told
the spook who sat by the sign up sheet
spitting whole hearted words
into half listening ears my time ran out
i ran out the door behind her
trying to catch my second chance
to make the right first impression
and that's when i ran into an angel with blood on her wings
she told me she had flown to close to the truth
and was never quite able to reach her dreams either
i apologized
and i wiped the blood off of her wings
and now we talk on tuesdays
but our talking turned sour and now we argue late nights
this seems to be the best time to hide true emotion
see we've tried to just talk
but we've shot the breeze so much
we've left the atmosphere filled with all this dead air
and inspiration is no longer airbourne
see our words used to have wings
but now they just fall flat
like emotion read off paper
but i'm illiterate to all her emotions
so i read her lips imagining her words to be as happy as we once were
and i wish i didn't have to be so wrong
and i wish i had my butterflies back
and i tell her
' you know sometimes, i know you cry cause you have nothing else better to do
and praying won't convince you.
and i wish i could be there for you and for me too
cause in my dreams your tears are enough to get me home
but in the real world my tears are exactly what keeps me from getting there
and feeling sorry for myself has become second nature to me
like loving a king for his crown or laughing at jokes at my expense
but i want to be more than your HA,HA,HA!
i want to be your messiah
i do
and with these hands i want to baptize a single mothers tear drops
turning them into rain drops
forcing her to grow new smiles each day and i will
but i'm told my days in this existence are numbered
but i grew up in this existence coloring by the numbers
so each day is as bright as i can make it
see i've been here for an eternity
and i plan to be here for another
so what significance to past lives play
if we can't appreciate the ones we're living in
come talk to me
you are everything i've dreamt you to be
but am i what you've dreamt me to be
see sometimes i know enough to cry
but tears in relapse never seem to make much sense
so i don't do it
and please no more plaguraized reasons
cause all your excuses are starting to sound the same
and believe me i wouldn't have such a hard time believing myself
if i wasn't always repeating myself
and i tried
i tried say things just once
but it's not the intent of your word
but how your word is taken
i am the first word God spoke
and the last word the poet wrote
i am love and though attempts have been made to destroy me
i live on
by shihan
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Thanks for the comment on "Styles of Depth."
I looked at the end of the first stanza after reading your comment regarding the rhythm and I agree it's not perfect. The fault is in the cadence rather than the meter, it's the same number of syllables as the corresponding line in the second stanza but the emphasis is different. I think it has to do with only using one-syllable words in the first line and a single two-syllable word in the second, throws off the speech pattern.
Thanks for pointing it out, I think you probably enumerated what was bugging me about this piece. Couldn't quite put my finger on it before.
Cheers!
JK
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nope, no clutter. Thanx for the extended info.
It might be best this way; to look at the poem for it's words and then again with the history behind it.
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Thanx for commenting, You really went back in time withe Htrae dna Emit, but thanx.
Have to look at the rest of your poems, prose, art, later. For now, my eyes have betrayed for slumber.
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schalempen is bitch in german. i've since chantged that part. tahnx for the comment though
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I am glad that a real critique comes my way now and then.
the same to you, my freind.
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thanks for the comment on "abernathy." i must say they were some of the most helpful and thoughtful comments i had received.
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