thevacantgeneration

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freedom: woman alone by thevacantgeneration, literature

Honorable no more by thevacantgeneration, literature

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Honorable no more

Stranger in a strange place, it's written in the lines of my face. Out of touch, out of reach, out of step, out of sync, pass as you blink, I am lost in the ink of the signs, and the cars and the dimes in the dirty hand of the homeless man who bends, stands, and takes a drink. So now, honorable no more, I'm just trying to regain the illusions of grandeur I had as a child. Those times I would stretch out my arms like wings and feel that wind rush through me like power. Invincible, I stood upon the rock. I stood against the rushing air. Braced, feathers ruffling, head held high, I stared beyond Into the sky, vast and pur

Salmon River by thevacantgeneration, literature

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Salmon River

Never did I know the water could be so clean; fish's dream. That's the way it was before but only this place is that way now And it's hard to imagine: This is the cleanest river I have ever seen and out here you don't hear a single damn machine, not a sound from mankind, No endless highway hum. Silence. Then life. What have we done? It's impossible to imagine that everything was once like this. Everywhere used to be beautiful. So much for civilization, convenience. We've conventiently destroyed everything. There is no longer a place for mankind on Earth. Either the other lives will perish or we die first. Either way,

passersby by thevacantgeneration, literature

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passersby

For some this is all it takes to seduce them away Just another pretty face with nothing to say. They live in a dream Those who have never seen That life is so brief The shock - the disbelief They can accept it, Those who are dreaming A life without truth, Life without meaning. People who are happy, people like them All their grand successes seem such a trivial end. But this is not how it is for you and I, my love and I, Black old death permeates our lives. And it's true that we hurt the ones that we love the most Our past mistakes shadow us, we cannot escape our ghosts. You can say anything you please But it will not change

We Are Alone by thevacantgeneration, literature

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We Are Alone

As if the space between us wasn't vast enough, They are saying with all the space between molecules, the space between atoms, and the space between fundamental subatomic particles, which are, of themselves, surely mostly empty space, nothing ever touches. You never touched your mother, not your friends, sister or brother, And that day when the sun was out on the ocean, I never touched the water, nor did my feet touch that sand. Touch - the last of our senses we thought we could trust - is merely an illusion. And I'm sick of everyone and their delusions; They think they know, presume to know me, when you and I , my dear,

decayed and dreaming by thevacantgeneration, literature

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decayed and dreaming

That cold winter sun burns weakly across the lower sky, too sickly to push itself any higher. Its icy white light provides no respite from the chill in your bones as winter proves nothing new. The same short day, over and over, endlessly repeating, black, white, and grey. Black, white, and grey. And I decay. But in my dreams it is warm, bright and green And I follow the sun as it sets, west, west, west. I walk across the valley, I walk over the mountains, I walk until I reach the edge of the water, vast, the ends of the earth, And I keep walking, toes in the sand, into the shallows, away from the land into the la

The same length of time by thevacantgeneration, literature

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The same length of time

Is it true that every being lives the same length of time; some live fast, some live slow, Their hourglass has a bigger hole; the sand disappears quickly. Does the spider crawling on my wall live as long as I do, experience everything it needs to its few days of life as I am supposed to in all my years? The day is very long for the spider. But what about sudden death? Is it possible for all of us humans, even, to live the same length of time? Because she is gone now, and it sure as hell doesn't seem like her life was complete. her time was up. It seems like she should have had twice as much time, Like she only got to li

so god damn young by thevacantgeneration, literature

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so god damn young

As I walk down the street, thinking of the times and of the white light of sun that envelops everything around me in its burning holy glove, a switch goes on in my head and my body is stopped! frozen while my soul electrifies, its current running through every nerve and vein, so strong I almost overload. I am overcome with visceral yearning for this unattainable vision of "freedom" whatever that may be. They'll talk endlessly about past times, the "good old days," when something, you know, something was really happening, but I see all these people around me - so much passion, so much desperation, so much brilliance - unt

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freedom: woman alone by thevacantgeneration, literature

Honorable no more by thevacantgeneration, literature

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passersby by thevacantgeneration, literature

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We Are Alone by thevacantgeneration, literature

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The same length of time by thevacantgeneration, literature

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Cherish by thevacantgeneration, literature

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Cherish

What is it in this that you cherish? To capture and be captured by, to fully satisfy your monstrous human needs without a thought for the famine-stricken next to you, begging for gruel. You hide ghosts of former friends in the back rooms, stuffed closets locked. The occasional cry escapes to your ears as you sit throned in material wealth. You refuse to listen. It's just the wind. But they speak to you, voicing those difficult questions you never bothered to ask. How do you sleep? But after all is said and done, there is only one question left: Will you have clean hands, or have your hands cleaned?

Cherish

thevacantgeneration

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United States
Deviant for 20 years
She / Her

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My Bio

Current Residence: I float along.
Favourite genre of music: Always in flux. I dig what I dig.
Favourite style of art: Something that speaks to me.
Operating System: central nervous system
MP3 player of choice: Fuck MP3. We must have vinyl.
Shell of choice: My body is a shell, a temporary container for my mental being.
Wallpaper of choice: Paint on the walls!
Skin of choice: Mine, mine, mine.
Favourite cartoon character: hobbes.
Personal Quote: Oh! The trials and tribulations and trivialities we call our realities!

Favourite Movies

Stop Making Sense

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Patti Smith, talking heads, X, Pink Floyd, Jefferson Airplane, Velvet Underground, Robert Johnson

Favourite Writers

Ken Kesey, Anais Nin

Favourite Games

scrabble! Forget the games that people play with each other's minds.

Favourite Gaming Platform

The spining device that goes under the scrabble board.

Tools of the Trade

wrinkled hands, old soul

Other Interests

I'm searching for these lithe and graceful dazzling visionaries.

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thevacantgeneration

Sep 14, 2005

A fish in the desert, refusing to evolve.

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I had a mind of my own, but I had to share it. I had lots of time, but no patience. I had a miracle, but I couldn't see it. Now I have all this space and nothing to put in it.

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thevacantgeneration

Aug 7, 2005

you are only coming through in waves..

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holy shit. I just had the most insane and intense experience of my life last night.  So, I hadn't shroomed in quite a while, and a friend of a friend of a friend made some chocolates.  Everyone who'd had some of her first batch said it was a great trip and they were on top of the world and all that, but the chocolates in the new batch were a bit larger and a lot more potent and I probably should've only eaten half but I ate the whole damn thing, and not even 15 minutes later it started kicking in.  Hard. It started out great.  Grinning like an idiot, seeing all these cool little skulls in the rocks in our firepit, my friends' voices echoing

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thevacantgeneration

Apr 25, 2005

It's a trip and a half..

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I suddenly lost interest in this.  I'm in a state where I cannot possibly get enough human contact and I just need to talk or listen and or theorize endlessly and I'm at a loss for words and pictures to .. ah.. distract negative emotions, etc. etc., and life as was is not currently doing it for me. So if you actually pay attention to little old me, don't expect too much.  Art's dead.  Poetry's dead.  I'm braindead.  Fuck it. Joan Osborne, however, is not dead: "..And I know you like the back of my hand with a stamp that says I paid to get in And yes I am your television show and you're the nicest place I've ever been.." And for a random

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Elluna

Oct 13, 2009

Thank you very much for the

on [link] . I'm pleased that it spoke to you in a way, especially since, judging by the variety of your work and favorites, you seem to be an all-round artist,appreciating and finding value in different forms of creation.

ClockworkGoth

Feb 8, 2009

What's up
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seeleah

Jan 15, 2009

I just wanted to say that I read one of your writings, for the life of me I can't remember which one, it is on my favorites...it really touched me. I had a sister that went to Iraq, I hated it..it hurt her in many ways, and I had no love for Mr. Bush. Thank you....

thevacantgeneration

Jan 22, 2009

Thank you so much for all the favorites.
I am touched that my writing holds meaning for you.

And thank god Bush isn't president anymore! Hopefully the war ends soon.

paradoxphotography

Jan 14, 2009

thanks for the comments

the picture of the boy with the green eyes was taken & edited over a year and a half ago.
i don't use borders and such anymore.
was edited back in the days when i was like 'I CAN PHOTOSHOP SO I'M GONNA GO OVER THE TOP WITH EVERYTHING, YAY' haha.

but thanks alot for the compliment

fashion photography is actually something i would love to get into in future.
i started photographic studies college in melbourne in just over a month so hopefully i can better myself and my work and maybe make a name for myself someday

so thankyou !

thevacantgeneration

Jan 22, 2009

That's great that you're pursuing what you love to do. Good luck!

Yami127

Jan 7, 2009

Go home and give into your rise of insubordination of the wall.