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sand tracks traced outlinesin by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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sand tracks traced outlinesin

sand tracks traced outlines inside dumped soil the floor swept away pulse of oceans (can't you see?) south of the clouds just above your lungs misty planets sampled lost evolution raw meat fragrance hair sharpened teeth mercury, incantations songs charmed wires in his arm, swept away the pulses of oceans, the sea tossing coconuts from trees tongues and torpedos fingers bite

Survival and Re- creation. by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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Survival and Re- creation.

Hairs cut- parted, shoes tied. shirt buttoned up, hooded sweatshirt zipped. Fifteen dollars plus tip, Andrew Jackson. Hairs cut- parted, brown business casual, black soled foot wear. Shoes tied. Long sleeved bright colored, trash score. shirt buttoned up, Once upon a time... One female or another spent the night, Many left behind clothes, trash bag in the closet, black 'Old Navy- Hooded sweatshirt zipped.

comaspacecomaspace by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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comaspacecomaspace

Price higher in Canada Exactly! The greatest asset is also the deadliest! Painful noises scream alarm still the wolves Circle, a wolves hunger dictates its attack The man out ran sheep with bare feet, He led a mediocre charge Without regard to recognition, pacing, He could play guitar- In his room by himself Making time for loneliness and computer porn, In addition to smoke breaks Mary had a little lamb Its fleece white as snow When Mary's Ma Ma Couldn't pay the bills Its head had to go. The man out ran sheep with bare feet, He was found a day later his face shot off by His own hand With his own double barreled s

hair collection by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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hair collection

Lifted upon these littered sheets, Plagues and sperm, taboo Naked bodies rested upon king sized comforters Box fans rumble between jet engines and growling stomachs The air thick with humidity Picking up the lung dropped last night Covered with dog hair The first breath of the new day exhausts Respiratory functions, Twas a moment in time linking age with grace Clogged nose picked with a metal finger Pieced together Made out of paper clips and bullet shells "We are number one" the finger pointed skyward Victorious humanities will all to daze off, entertained Pushing buttons pressing play The pelicans struggle in piles of cr

necksweatgutternucker by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

in your mouth I wander by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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in your mouth I wander

Pondering a wait With the wash of nickels Examining the taint With the twist of a finger Subdued the shadow of justice disappeared, Into the ocean on the left The brackish waters of the Ashley River on the right The Bridge three and a quarter miles long Feet The same feet Used To squash grapes Pushes pedals Along Cigarette laden Gravel, The service road offers little service, In vain employment reeks of contradiction

swallow under the nose by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

the bed is empty the dog gone by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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the bed is empty the dog gone

pushing against nature scolding rays of sun, sweat drips, face covered, thoughts and anxiety semi cripple, wounded, winded the desolate actions engraved it was a over used line dedicated to forgiveness, only if there had been a single moment, life inadvertently spit into a sock, thrown on the floor mocked, only if there had been another moment Transformed feelings splashed paint across the wall, I used mostly blue with a smidgen of black, and a taint of red, excess wiped and cloth fed covering the black dungarees, everything touched contained fingerprints turning the light of day into a curse of dead skin

Many words are poverty by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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Many words are poverty

soiled confession buried in a cave, feces mingle with cigar smoke invoking memories of past torture (Images vain behind closed eyes awake) Expanding muscles elongate creaking bones anticipate tradition the brain stymied with symbolism patience described as prayer washed from the feet the caked mud scrubbed with steel wool bloodied toes illustrate waiting periods a paradox we live in a large space inhibited with pearls a universe, stretched canvas of skin black and blue branded the heat flameless, plutonic the scales swayed, her tongue lashes freakishly tormented self-hypnotized Idealized ,an ingredient of her soup lavi

plow shares number 1A by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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plow shares number 1A

Boredom, Boredom, Boredom, Boredom Spinning sounded vinyl hisses snake like (Elvis Costello- on the radio) Two guys and a young lady Sharing, pack into a semi clean room (minus the beer cans) The canine nervously paces (Darcy sniffs for crumbs) da-di- da- da di-di- de-la-di-dah the side of the road desolate (empty. Deserted, Goodbye to the mainstream culture, Its fashion designs It's top forty's music. (Trying hard fitting in impossible) Goodbye to ideal restraints Careers, Ways of life The Tao (of your own personal duty) Work in sludge filled sinks errant dish boys Sling bacteria laced towels Against The walls made of

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sand tracks traced outlinesin by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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Survival and Re- creation. by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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Survival and Re- creation.

hair collection by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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hair collection

necksweatgutternucker by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

in your mouth I wander by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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in your mouth I wander

swallow under the nose by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

the bed is empty the dog gone by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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the bed is empty the dog gone

Many words are poverty by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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Many words are poverty

plow shares number 1A by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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plow shares number 1A

how to propose to a cousin by kingjamesisajunkie, literature

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how to propose to a cousin

Athena in the eye casted glory upon meek misgivings inside the deft horizon of your heart beats Odysseus Chains shackled wrists Contempt, love, and the clamored Atonement Casted wayside the mistaken history shadows Times past Hermes the Messenger arrives Without notice Tragedy occurs The epic nature eclipses the horizon traveled upon 'with words as well as feet' To the glorified romance of memory It's all an illusion, Reality …

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I have none. by TweekeerGedink, literature

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I have none.

You know you've severed ties when the only company you enjoy is the faces you see when you lose yourself in the music. When you re-sculpt yourself and imitate the lines of the melody. You know you're too far gone when your only friends are lead-singers in bands you know will never think about you. You'd like to sit for hours and stare at walls. Watch the colours that dance on their faces. You know deep down that the colour comes from you, hologrammed from your retinas but who the fuck cares? It's colour. It's more human than any person you know. Or knew. You know yourself best when you sit cross-legged on your floor and shut your eyelids. Y

...and I realise. by TweekeerGedink, literature

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...and I realise.

A distant hum gets closer. Louder. A more familiar sound. Sickly sweet tongues push at the white picket fences. A cross legged junkie silenced by his twitching. Louder. A wave of screaming silence, Waking with foaming, frothing hate. LOUDER. And you tilt your head back, Throw your questions to the sky, Slap the heavens with your palms and For every disillusion, For every witness to satisfaction. You weep in weakness. A distant hum gets further. Lost. An unfamiliar sound.

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yer so purdy I think by kingjamesisajunkie, visual art

yer so purdy I think

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About kingjamesisajunkie

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United States
Deviant for 18 years
www.destroyed.org
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Current Residence: any available rooftop, living rooms, couches
Favourite genre of music: independent or anything Mike Patton
Favourite photographer: Man Ray
Shell of choice: turtles of course... TURTLE POWER!!!
Skin of choice: tattoed Dried stretched hung and matted
Favourite cartoon character: the dirty kid from Charlie Brown... Pig Pen
Personal Quote: The qualities I lack ....are the ones missed the most

Favourite Visual Artist

Sheaperd Fairley, Mike Patton, winston smith,Eric Drooker,Jacob Bannon, Hayao Miyazaki

Favourite Movies

Natrual Born Killers, Cool Hand Luke, Seven, my neighbor totoro

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

at the drive in, faith no more Blood Brothers,Sonic Youth, Neil Young,Converge, modest mouse,Beatles

Favourite Writers

Charles Bukowski, Vonnegut and Burroughs

Favourite Games

super dodgeball or leisure suit larry (the original)

Tools of the Trade

Ball point pen, Wine, Sharpie, wine, Comp book< Audiences, Wine

Other Interests

Traveling,Masturbation(ha,ha) Daydreaming, unemployment, hustling

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kingjamesisajunkie

Sep 28, 2013

Sharing is caring

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"He dug so deeply into her sentiments that in search of interest he found love, because by trying to make her love him he ended up falling in love with her. Petra Cotes, for her part, loved him more and more as she felt his love increasing, and that was how in the ripeness of autumn she began to believe once more in the youthful superstition that poverty was the servitude of love. Both looked back then on the wild revelry, the gaudy wealth, and the unbridled fornication as an annoyance and they lamented that it had cost them so much of their lives to find the paradise of shared solitude. Madly in love after so many years of sterile complicity

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kingjamesisajunkie

Mar 31, 2013

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Just watched a really fucked up movie... Compliance. Spent the last couple days dog sitting for Jim to help pay off my 132.00$ debt to him. The first couple weeks of spring have been real good; Two weeks ago went out to a D.I.Y. 'festival' in Huger (about 30 miles away). Bon Fire, Check. Live Music, Check. Dancing, Check- Check' Last Wednesday went to see Ms. Mars play a House show at Brianne's with two other groups; One a touring band from Memphis and the other from the U.K. I was surprised to see Ms. Jack there AND drinking! Playing games like a good boy always does (shit tests) we ignored each other for most of the show, then as I

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kingjamesisajunkie

Mar 26, 2013

Devious Journal Entry

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Strange dreams lately. Last night involved prehistoric fish dead in puddles, yard sales filled with Hot Topic t shirts and D&D action figures, my grandparents house re invented, lived in by my mother and step father, the garage turned into some sort of factory. I vividly remember hearing my mom say; 'Stay out of Greenfield and South Deerfield.' Last night before sleep I set four personal goals; Shower, free lunch at Sister's Of Mercy, send Ms. Hannah her letter, and to dumpster dive Food Lion for the house, Three down with one left. I am thankful that I am disease free! My pets are happy and healthy, having such a great group of friends

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give-me-wings

Feb 25, 2009

Hey thanks for the

. Long time no see!!

kingjamesisajunkie

Mar 3, 2009

Ya I favored because I liked your work, I did make a piece for your missed connections.

I like what you got going... good, but dont be affraid to over do something. Ever since I sold some work I have been denied Deviant art privledges, and then there is the girl problems : like my mom said; I have never seen such an ugly boy get so many ladies", I love the work but you should back off being conservative,
art work cant be fucked up, dont be affraid, you are unique.

give-me-wings

Mar 3, 2009

What do you mean, "denied deviant art privledges"?

kingjamesisajunkie

Mar 4, 2009

I sold 14 collages and owe this guy for about 20 more that I goy an advance on, so I am techinaclly under contract, I post a whole bunch on myspace, but he checks this shit, so for 10 months I cant post here or other places

evhappyil

Oct 22, 2008

call away if you wish

kingjamesisajunkie

Oct 26, 2008

I wish I hadn't, you could fake it better

give-me-wings

May 31, 2008

Oh yay--real internet friends!! XD