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an over propagating creativity: pretty pedestrian	[29 Jul 2016\|02:35pm]
pulsin', pulsin', pulsin'. enclosed at the end of this post is a link to an original volume of poetry and photo collages. i would love to hear your feedback.this is the first LJ post i've made in over a decade! i used to go by the monicker "wolfofthewoods," and relished in the publication of whimsical and emotionally wrought works of fiction and poetry in the neopian times. i sip on the nectar of my memories surfing the neopian times writers' proboards forum, exchanging hilarities with dear friends who i connected with across massive swathes of space, oceans and mountain ranges.i'm here to share writing again. let's do this.my website is affectiveecologies.wordpress.comhere, i'm going to slap a post from there onto here. it is, as i like to say, the closest one can get to sipping from my brains with a straw."hi everybody (hi dr. nick)i wrapped this up today and the filetype extension .pdf is the bow. i hope you find it diverting, therapeutic, cathartic and whatever else you need. i can assure you that it will not meet all of your needs. maybe it’ll stroke a few underused metaphysical muscles? or those that i feel are underused, that’s why i piled these words onto pages. need to massage those spots that our present reality leave aching. pining, you know.with adoration❤hit me up for a physical book if you like it like thatk doggy"https://affectiveecologies.wordpress.com/2016/07/26/pretty-pedestrian-pdf/
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an over propagating creativity: pretty pedestrian

[29 Jul 2016|02:35pm]

pulsin', pulsin', pulsin'. enclosed at the end of this post is a link to an original volume of poetry and photo collages. i would love to hear your feedback.this is the first LJ post i've made in over a decade! i used to go by the monicker "wolfofthewoods," and relished in the publication of whimsical and emotionally wrought works of fiction and poetry in the neopian times. i sip on the nectar of my memories surfing the neopian times writers' proboards forum, exchanging hilarities with dear friends who i connected with across massive swathes of space, oceans and mountain ranges.i'm here to share writing again. let's do this.my website is affectiveecologies.wordpress.comhere, i'm going to slap a post from there onto here. it is, as i like to say, the closest one can get to sipping from my brains with a straw."hi everybody (hi dr. nick)i wrapped this up today and the filetype extension .pdf is the bow. i hope you find it diverting, therapeutic, cathartic and whatever else you need. i can assure you that it will not meet all of your needs. maybe it’ll stroke a few underused metaphysical muscles? or those that i feel are underused, that’s why i piled these words onto pages. need to massage those spots that our present reality leave aching. pining, you know.with adoration❤hit me up for a physical book if you like it like thatk doggy"https://affectiveecologies.wordpress.com/2016/07/26/pretty-pedestrian-pdf/

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	[09 Mar 2005\|03:53pm]
[ mood \| happy ] REUNIONBY:LINDA KASURIlike a rainbow,connecting between the two chasmsi met you between the two starsyou looked at me and smile nervouslyeven though i could see your eyes against my eyesit could be seen by me...clearlythe light of hope on your eyesyour pale cheek became red to keep emotionsi felt my heartbeat pumping fasti was still frozen..and suddenlyi saw tears coming out from your eyesi did not realise,that i began to touch youi felt the time stopped around usone thousand words didn't come out from our mouthsi pulled your hand,and wiped your cheek..in my hand,i felt the warm of your tears"dont cry"....i whispered on your ears...i embraced you closely in my chestyou looked me again and touched my faceand whispered "i'm sorry"
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[09 Mar 2005|03:53pm]

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happy ] REUNIONBY:LINDA KASURIlike a rainbow,connecting between the two chasmsi met you between the two starsyou looked at me and smile nervouslyeven though i could see your eyes against my eyesit could be seen by me...clearlythe light of hope on your eyesyour pale cheek became red to keep emotionsi felt my heartbeat pumping fasti was still frozen..and suddenlyi saw tears coming out from your eyesi did not realise,that i began to touch youi felt the time stopped around usone thousand words didn't come out from our mouthsi pulled your hand,and wiped your cheek..in my hand,i felt the warm of your tears"dont cry"....i whispered on your ears...i embraced you closely in my chestyou looked me again and touched my faceand whispered "i'm sorry"

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	[13 Feb 2005\|11:53pm]
I rememberWhen I played with poniesAnd rainbows dancedWith butterfliesI wore colorful dressesAnd mis-matched socksAnd cotton candy filled the skiesI rememberWhen I sang with angelsHad a magic wandAnd faerie wingsThere were magical kingdomsWith heroes and dragonsAnd all the stories had happy endingsI rememberWhen monsters would hideIn the darkest of cornersAnd under my bedWitches ate childrenAnd ghosts stole your soulAnd I was afraid of the living deadI rememberWhen I scraped my kneeAnd jammed my fingerAnd put my dog downDaddy was a drunkAnd his little princessLost her thrown and broke her crownI rememberWhen daddy drank too muchAnd the ambulance cameAnd took him awayI stopped playing with poniesAnd got rid of my wandAnd everything changed because of that day
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[13 Feb 2005|11:53pm]

I rememberWhen I played with poniesAnd rainbows dancedWith butterfliesI wore colorful dressesAnd mis-matched socksAnd cotton candy filled the skiesI rememberWhen I sang with angelsHad a magic wandAnd faerie wingsThere were magical kingdomsWith heroes and dragonsAnd all the stories had happy endingsI rememberWhen monsters would hideIn the darkest of cornersAnd under my bedWitches ate childrenAnd ghosts stole your soulAnd I was afraid of the living deadI rememberWhen I scraped my kneeAnd jammed my fingerAnd put my dog downDaddy was a drunkAnd his little princessLost her thrown and broke her crownI rememberWhen daddy drank too muchAnd the ambulance cameAnd took him awayI stopped playing with poniesAnd got rid of my wandAnd everything changed because of that day

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	[29 Jan 2005\|12:26am]
[ mood \| is this love? ] I hear a noiseThrough the air shaftShe's listening to usSounds of thumpingStopThey're comingIt's overAnd ive never been in love like this before
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	[11 Jan 2005\|08:32am]
All I ever wish is for us to stay like this ~~forever~~You ~~always~~ knew I couldn't keep youFill me up with what you areWhile the curtains close one ~~last~~ timexoxo
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	[28 Dec 2004\|07:50pm]
one more awkward glanceone more back pedalone more choking silenceone more loss of controlone more flimsy excuseone more hard lookone more step away from youone more chance tookone more heart felt confessionone more test of trustone more painful lessonone more revolting lustone more lie from me to youone more chance to justifyone more hollow unholy truthone more strangled cryone more history repeatedone more last chanceone more conversation heatedone more heart breaking danceone more pointless argumentone more go at a settled scoreone more dent in my shattered strengthone more 'no more'kay
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[28 Dec 2004|07:50pm]

one more awkward glanceone more back pedalone more choking silenceone more loss of controlone more flimsy excuseone more hard lookone more step away from youone more chance tookone more heart felt confessionone more test of trustone more painful lessonone more revolting lustone more lie from me to youone more chance to justifyone more hollow unholy truthone more strangled cryone more history repeatedone more last chanceone more conversation heatedone more heart breaking danceone more pointless argumentone more go at a settled scoreone more dent in my shattered strengthone more 'no more'kay

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Untitled o1	[28 Dec 2004\|12:25am]
Rain drips off of frozen roses like tears fall from my eyesHer fingertips hollow like the smile on his faceThe static in my head fills the roomSetting fire to it's contentsBlood covered tape litters the floorShe's whispering "I love him" as she falls through the ceiling
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Want	[27 Dec 2004\|01:33am]
this isnt exactly a poem its a er skit I just wrote...guess what sort of mood im in winksWantWant.its dangerous, you know. can tear you apart.it tears me apart.this constant need in the core of me.beats, in rhythm, over and over again.like the drops of water from a tap.its constant.constant.it drives sane people into lunatics,it turns the best of us into panting animalsand it can render a chatterbox like me completely speechlessits powerfulit controls the worldin every form its found in, it rules.and the main form, it not only rules, but it conquered and created a whole new realm.the realm of cravings.lust.desire.name it what you will, it all means the same to me.its raw, primal even.and its oh so natural.thats what i love about it.and also what I fear/hate about it.Want is dangerous.and its killing me.
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Want

[27 Dec 2004|01:33am]

this isnt exactly a poem its a er skit I just wrote...guess what sort of mood im in *winks*WantWant.its dangerous, you know. can tear you apart.it tears me apart.this constant need in the core of me.beats, in rhythm, over and over again.like the drops of water from a tap.its constant.constant.it drives sane people into lunatics,it turns the best of us into panting animalsand it can render a chatterbox like me completely speechlessits powerfulit controls the worldin every form its found in, it rules.and the main form, it not only rules, but it conquered and created a whole new realm.the realm of cravings.lust.desire.name it what you will, it all means the same to me.its raw, primal even.and its oh so natural.thats what i love about it.and also what I fear/hate about it.Want is dangerous.and its killing me.

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untitled	[29 Jul 2004\|11:42pm]
[ mood \| bored ] its amazing how you seem to fade into the pageslike every word was spoken of youall the words i could never sayi hope you know you are my best memoryits too short i need more but im having a brain fart. someone help me out.. comment! say it sucks.. say its ok but needs work... say something! thanks
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	[26 Jul 2004\|10:22pm]
[ mood \| relieved ] poem (its not done, but i dont like it much anyway):I think this may be the endIt sure feels like itThe doors are shutThe windows locked And I couldnt be happierStanding in this rotted mess of dog skulls and pig brainsThe sun just begun to risePure beauty lies in the redFreedon lies in youAnd I've never felt more alivetell me what you think
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