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	Joined: Jun 14, 2009 Rank: Awards: Location: California Last visit: Tuesday, January 31, 2012 (20:58:12) My Occupation: Writer, Student Interests: Writing, Studenting Signature: If there's one thing you can't lose, it's that feel. Biography: A sixteen year-old worn-out punk-rocker with the emotional state of a forty-five year-old single mother with an absentee father and lung cancer, Dylan is your average semi-lovable self-loathing misanthrope who occasionally strings together pretty phrases and sentences. He also wrote this in the third person.
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Down the street, there's an old shack
where a disciple of an unhurried philosophy
made his home. He rested in a symmetrical
room, seemingly filled with breath and mirth
but never teeming to toppling over with anything
more than hollow thoughts. Every night, (and it
would be late at night) the block would awaken
to bellowing screams wafting from that little
wooden roof beam, and everyone would look
out to see if that man's home was ablaze,
or to see if his hands were being severed
by some maniac with a blade, but every night
we'd be hushed by a silent breeze, blowing back
and rifting the car antennae, breaking the sun
down into individual moments and reminding us
of that disciple and his empty philosophy, and
his little hovel of a home, even as the horizon is
thinned and blackened by fog, and as his front
lawn is littered with smokes, that building still
stands, and that man lives on, singing of forever
with a midnight voice of sheer unrepentant madness.

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