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About Me Member Pseudo-Intellectual Samuel Guthrie18/Male/Australia Recent Activity Deviant for 2 Years
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Many would assume that a first impression could be gleamed from ones appearence, laugh or perhaps by asking them to sum themselves up succinctly - I disagree. Because we are always changing, but paradoxiacally stoical; therefore there must be two ways to gain insight to whom a person really is. Firstly, ones eyes - because they can tell more truth about the nature of a person than any amount, or lack, of words, and secondly, to understand their current state of mind, you should ask them to remember some words with which they identify; because the words one says will vary depending on their current context.

"I must create a system, or be enslav'd by another man's. I will not reason and compare; my business is to create." - William Blake, Jerusalem

"I have been astonish'd that men could die martyrs for their religion. I have shuddered at it - I shudder no more. I could be martyr'd for me religion - Love is my Religion - I could die for that." John Keats.

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  • Current Residence: Gallymont
  • Favourite band or musician: Sigur Rós/Arcade Fire/Birds of Tokyo/Biffy Clyro/Elbow/Mammal
  • Favourite genre of music: Everything; sans urban and country.
  • Favourite artist: Goya/Blake/Turner/Calvely/Rees
  • Favourite poet or writer: Keats/Twain/Wilde/W. Blake/Coleridge/Palahniuk/Hemingway/Yu
  • Favourite photographer: Max Dupain
  • Favourite style of art: Literature
  • MP3 player of choice: ignatious (my iPod)
  • Favourite cartoon character: ZIM, Daria, Stewie
  • Personal Quote: Thou readest Black where I read White.

Peppercorns

Fri Nov 20, 2009, 1:38 PM
The peppercorn, his
gnarled body and dark
skin, flaking - as
though it blistered

beneath an unforgiving,
unhallowed s(u)n,
watched.
Surveying a personal,

sovereign nation, a
landscape rivalling
Belgium; defeating
Luxemburg - only

dreaming a lost, cindered
vision. The earth's
wound, gaping, un-
healed rot, a

pallid putrefaction a
haematite vermillion,
was the result of
epochs.

In his domain,
docile and contemplative,
scorned the alder;
'my immortality,

is a true rebirth:
everything burns,
everything returns.'
Secretly, an isolated

covert thought, a
desolation, on the
environmental scale -
my brothers share my

blood, though our
appearance is markedly
polarised. They shun,
they do not accept

and I remain in limbo.
He saw them take
the arsenic, laced
flour - and viewed

their ravenous destruction
of the potent feast,
their potmarked
lips, moved with the

force of a politicians
apologetic libel. He
was the man, in the
rear of the squalid pub;

at home, in the shadows.

  • Mood: Relief
  • Listening to: The Crooked Vultures
  • Reading: Where Did it All Go Right?

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:iconhexdeflective:
Big thank you for the :+fav:! :) :glomp:
:icongallymont:
My pleasure

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Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie

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:icondeathcabforemily:
one cannot so simply understand another's state of mind

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We're gonna be dust
:icongallymont:
Of course, we're all a mystery, a mess of 'stupid' people (in so far as that we'll never understand everyone else perfectly).

--
Men die for their religions - love is my religion - i could die for that
Guthrie

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