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Sea Music by PG-for-Mild-Peril, literature

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Sea Music

Sometimes, on cloudy days, he would go to the pier and walk out on the dock, and he wanted to have a guitar with him. The sea was like cold molten stone, gray-blue and tossing back and forth and splashing up against the rocks, washing over the black tiptoeing crabs. He wanted his red electric Les Paul that he'd gotten from his uncle, and it was then that he hated thinking about consequences. He knew that the salt spray would ruin the varnish and rust the strings, that maybe a seagull would crap on it or a surprise wave would drench him, and besides, there was nowhere to plug in anyway. He hated it because sometimes he wanted to give a guitar

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Freewrite: Glowworm

It was a dark and stormy night, all in green went my love riding a bright white stallion and a knight of light, gripping a sword, real and heavy from the strong arm of a woman in a parade marching on like a warrior, or just a girl who wanted her rights, her right rights, not wrongs, just what she thought was right, and maybe she took three lefts to get there but in the end it happened, in the end it all makes sense, all the times I turned back and it took three lefts to do what was right, in the end I can see suddenly, but it's like a bright green stoplight, words say one thing and I see another, which is the right way? Whic

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Rooftop World by PG-for-Mild-Peril, literature

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Rooftop World

On the roofscape, everything looks different and familiar. I am like a distant bird: people know me, neighbors and family, but they don't know where I go, how I get there. I can climb up a forgotten ladder or scramble from a window ledge and I am free on the sidewalks of above. There aren't so many people here, just me and the house sparrows, but I can look down at the heads of passersby; I am not really isolated. My feet clatter over brown tiles of sun-warm clay and the ground-level stink is gone from the breeze. It is easy and thrilling to leap over a narrow alley above tomcats and laundry but sometimes I just sit and see what's going on be

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Shipboarding

Suddenly, I lifted up my head and looked around my parents' living room. There were flowers wilted on the sideboard, so I sat up straight and put my computer aside, stood up and stretched. A real stretch, like I had never had a spine before, and I felt my bones creaking and my muscles flexing, and suddenly I could do anything. Anything at all. The first thing I did was changing those flowers. I went outside, where the roses weren't in full bloom, but they soon would be, and I grabbed the shears on the deck rail and snipped off the fullest, most aromatic yellow ones. Plopping them in a vase, I went back inside, opening the window as I did s

Freeway by PG-for-Mild-Peril, literature

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Freeway

I was riding in the backseat – swigging cream soda – watching stars shine beyond orange streetlights musing about glasses half full and boxes to think out of – wondering why there are boxes and glasses at all – hoping that we could smash picture frames – tear down building walls break past our mind-trapping bones follow a love without boundaries never needing to pay a border toll.

Stay by PG-for-Mild-Peril, literature

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Stay

I'm going to keep dreaming. I am going to make paper airplanes and send them to the stars and they will become spaceships. I am going to flick my fingers and make music and the sound will reverberate like the orbits of stars in faraway galaxies. I am going to type and create word worlds full of purple-skinned snakes that turn into beautiful women at the quarter moon. I will not fear death; I will stay a dreamer.

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Aug 28
United States
Deviant for 16 years
She / Her

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I'm Katie, the something-or-other. I try not to eat brains. In my spare time, I wear boxes on my head and dance crazily.

Stay awhile. Have a glass of

. Unless you're lactose intolerant. Then I recommend some tea instead.

Current Residence: Jurassic Park
Favourite photographer: Whoever's in National Geographic
Favourite style of art: Surrealism, architecture, design, SciFi, fantasy, typography
Operating System: Mac OS 9 (Nerd jokes?)
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: Hermit crab
Skin of choice: Hey, did you that skin is the largest organ you have?

Favourite Movies

Action/Fantasy/SciFi/Superhero/Pixar/Good

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Bruce Springsteen, Arcade Fire, Coldplay, R.E.M.

Favourite Writers

Good ones.

Tools of the Trade

Keyboard, brain, camera

Other Interests

Writing, reading, cardboard boxes, music, movies, shiny things

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Feb 1, 2010

I Could Have Just Hidden the Christmas JTW But

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I wanted to write a new one instead. I am amused by golf carts. What are you amused by?

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Dec 26, 2009

Eat Drink be Merry

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Happy Holidays, fools! ~santalaplz (https://www.deviantart.com/santalaplz) Whatever you celebrate, have an awesome time doing it and be sure to hang out with people you like. And if you don't celebrate, THEN WHY ARE YOU ALIIIIIVE Just kidding. Kind of. I do believe that one purpose of life is to celebrate. That is my philosophical message of the day. *sips tea* I got nerdy movies and nerdy books and chocolate! (Nerdy chocolate?) Among other awesomeness. What did YOU get for Christmas or the holiday of your choice? (Whenever I start writing a Journaly Thingy Whatever I begin to get somewhat hyperactive. How odd.) Well I must go off and eat and drink and be merry. Which sou

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Dec 16, 2009

Santa's Black.

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:santa: Dude, Santa's black. Basically this is another I'm-Avoiding-Homework Journaly Thingy Whatever (IAHJTW) and I don't actually have anything to say. WAIT I KNOW! I'll let you know in advance that I shall be gone from Friday to next Monday or Tuesday. I shall be across the world attending to family complications, but I promise as soon as I get back I will upload poems about giraffes and comment on all the lovely things you wonderful people put in my Message Thingy Whatever. (Yeah, because I know you're all very worried about my absence. Like "OH NO WHATEVER SHALL I DO THIS WEEKEND!!??!!!") Actually, writing a poem about giraffes seems