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Non-Descript Brick by tommythekat, literature

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Non-Descript Brick

Tonight I took a trip down memory lane, and tripped around in the haze fuming from the cigarette glittering on my broken lips. And in the heavy thoughts and dreamscapes came upon a familiar stoops, basking warmly in a soft golden yellow lamp, intensified in the reflection of a call box that still bore my thick finger tips. "This place means nothing to nobody" the dying sun laughs and in the contagion of the sound, the very bricks of the structure began to harmonize in small laughs of their own. The entire still street sizzled. Somebody should tell that boy that memories are a poison that lie dormant in the blood stream. So I sat,

i am a busboy by tommythekat, literature

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i am a busboy

A vapid succesion of clinks, empty water glasses, forks, and knives kiss on two-step ceramic orchestrate the blurring landscape and spike it in menue barks and little girls who ask for your name when you can't remember, and your black barbituate is your polo smile jagged cuts in heads that leak a phosphore but not me, I keep you in my chest, maybe my bread tastes raw. Strip off the identifiers and flex bare blades in stagnant apartment air, cracks my spine arch, pulls the clavicle apart, leaking the xyphoid clear on the throat in the lungs. Finally in the atmosphere breathing battery acid

two songs by tommythekat, literature

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two songs

The Morticians Daughter I've always had a thing for the morticians daughter and the way she wept in ink at the death of her grandfather Softly she reads me to sleep Slipping the shoes from my feet I've always had a thing for mahogany and velvet Good taste and finery to follow me a far but lo she lays me down in dogwood tender hands, tender kiss, barking splinters in my spine So you worked your hands back through the weave straightened up my tie and brushed my coat And I worked my way out of deep dark and we took a bus to paris Don't paint me a smile for my family I'm just as well alone with you a little

'Partment by tommythekat, literature

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'Partment

Socked feet scootch across the warm wood floor scootch scootch. This place is always vibrating, and the vibrations make my feet swell. Slip and slide across the slick linoleum consider another crushed tuna can. Boil out the bored hunger and put away depression, like bad books begging for praise. Shut your eyes chameleon, become your bed sheets. Unsteady breath tinting a low steady huuuuummmmmmmmmm.

The Man on the Passenger Side by tommythekat, literature

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The Man on the Passenger Side

Parked car Passenger side. A black haired stranger grins A drag out of a Wilted menthol and whistles his Pleasure on the Sealed driver side window billowing Into a smokey head at the helm. As he pictures his love, this vision that warms His wrinkled leather Seats. A body to take His tired wheel and blow A kiss or a grin behind fat Sun Glasses Onto tired eyes He slips in Saddles up And slides it into Reverse.

On the Makeshift Coast of Pari by tommythekat, literature

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On the Makeshift Coast of Pari

Little bare feet fill out the salt slathered slots in the boards on the wet back porch that faces another angry wave. Another gray early day on eastern seaboard, New Jersey? Maryland? Call it Paris…France, give it a beach too. They lived in an Eiffel tower that leaned out so far over the sea that just their presence at the peak would do to break the structure into halves. She was always barefoot on the porch. Always the vision. He was always building sandcastles. Ornate seashells to crown the tallest towers. And in the shadow Of the construct She would smoke, Cigarettes in The seas breeze Each lit carefully By the breath Of he

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Artist // Photography

United States
Deviant for 19 years
He / Him

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Current Residence: Seattle, WA, USA
Favourite genre of music: Indie, Death Metal
Favourite style of art: Original

Favourite Visual Artist

Salvadore Dali,

Favourite Movies

Pulp Fiction

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Radiohead, Nuetral Milk Hotel, The Decemberists, Lamb Of God, Unearth, Gorillaz... others

Favourite Writers

Charles Bukowski/Jim Carrol

Tools of the Trade

Olympus D-390 Digital Camera, and CAMEDIA Master.

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Photography, Theatre, Music

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tommythekat

May 14, 2006

1,000 views in two years

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Two years, just about 120 deviations, not bad for someone as anti-community as I am.  I never comment on squat, I hardly ever fav. things. My da title should be "isolation deviant." I am an island.

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tommythekat

Dec 31, 2005

How things have changed

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It's been exactly one year since my last journal, I figured this would be a good way to celebrate the anniversary of my sloth.  Life is beautiful, I'm writing better and more than ever before.  The camera has sadly fallen by the wayside in favour of getting outside and living a happy life free of art and bonds.  I still love my art, I still love my music, I'm still acting up one hell of a storm.  I live in Seattle now as is apparent by my profile, heh.  I go to the illustrious and not so widely heard of Cornish College of the Arts.  I like people more, no, strike that.  I like some people more, some is the operative.  I've finally figured out

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tommythekat

Dec 30, 2004

UPDAAAATE!

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New Camera. 35mm Minolta Maxxum 4 and photoshop thingy... and no more deviantness!

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lesansamour89

May 24, 2006

I remembered the parade that I made fun of you for and it was entertaining seeing you dance around like a crazy person. And I was just being a crazy banana. hehehe. Miss you. Are you coming back for the summer at all? Talk to you soon.

Kelsey

redpapermoon

Feb 28, 2006

I have been:

working
schooling
loving
sleeping

my ass off.

What about you?

kingjamesisajunkie

Feb 21, 2006

Hello,
...our poetry. It's nothing trying to be great, but it has its merit. It's all done with at least 2 people which is the testament to the art of work together. What I try to do with poetry is quite simple (I can only speak for my part of this team) I want the reader to be able to clearly understand it from 2 different aspects .
1. After they read it they should be able to understand the poem's relevance in their life, the poems should be metaphorically theirs.
2. After they are done reading the author should tell them what the poem is about, explaining it in detail. If it is a good poem it will make sense to them.
So I am definitely not a "fu-fu" poet. My partner and I are renegades in our twenties we enjoy independent music (punk, metal, jazz, rap). We wear hand me down clothes, smoke cheap rolling tobacco, drink good dark beer and box wine. I am homeless and jobless and I have crutches and problems. responsibillty. My daughter is my life. I am a real Anarchist (Anarchy isn't chaos).
So please enjoy the poetry. My partner and I are making a zine and we are using Deviant Art as a drafting pad. So please give us some constructive criticism.
-diego

throughout my life, i've been obsessed with change (a sixty-foot treehouse lying on its side).

lately, i'm obsessed with ideas of contrast: (flowers versus chainsaws) versus (dreadlocks versus wheelchairs) versus (women versus wires) versus (love versus hate) versus (sex versus sex). i am a college student and i make college student art that will probably never take me anywhere. this project is very important to me.
-de la llovizna