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super inspirational work from around dA:
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other inspirational bits and pieces from around the net: (click for original)
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shameless self-promotion (yaaaaaay!):
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[I Shall Be Fierce and Remorseless 03.]
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[The Sanity Decline] :: An exprimental photography/poetry series.
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Oh you, who immortalize the immoral,
and by fibers of dust are enthralled.
Oh you, who live staged renditions,
and by counterfeit believes are reined.
I speak to you here of a human condition,
and of its uncanny thirst for ruin.
I speak too of myself, now engulfed in smog,
and I speak of the cascading path downwards.
My tools as always do fail me, and so do my emotions;
yet I shall with divine intervention, if need be,
explain to you the emotions of this man,
now bereaved of all sanity.
I have walked amongst you, for want of shelter,
and for fruitless need of acceptance.
I, the mortar that would not bind;
And you, the brick wall that would not sustain.
I have beseeched of you, and I have begged;
I have stood at your door, unclothed of all pride,
and thusly I have witnessed you for what you truly are:
The Devil. Nothing more than a man, garbed.
You do not so much as mock thought, yet your crime is worse still;
you disregard it all together, and unheedingly flock.
You, who are “sane”, and in your collective misjudgment, poor;
You, of plastic emotions, and malleable resolves.
My ways as always do displease you, oh friends of sanity,
and my experimental tendencies daunt you even more so.
And I, beholding you suddenly for what you truly are,
have now decided to leave you and your ilk behind.
A decision drawn by design, in heavens ever so grand,
to tread down spiraling paths and unfolding chasms,
and to attain with much earnest and resolve
the abysmal condition of sanity decline.
And such I stand before you, from all reason removed;
detached from man, its states, and its thoughts.
Once, I stood coveted, and loved.
Now, shunned, murderous, and calm.
And as I slip deeper and deeper into this smog,
that *is* myself, and as such is closer to me than flesh to bone,
your laughs and cries in my mind do reiterate;
a reprise that parts shadows on my judgment no more.
Thus I have sold you for naught but a grain of sand;
such to me is your worth, and such, your grandeur.
Thus I will disapprove of your flocking no more,
for such is expected of the ocean’s sand.
I shall henceforth regard you as you have regarded intellect before me,
and I shall, in my new psyche, dismiss you as much.
And you, in return, shall remember me as the leaf in autumn;
a speck of hope, that was ever bound to fall. --
[The Infernal Bollocking of Mankind.]
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Processed in machinery of elegant beauty,
a cadaver shines with the glimmer of your oils divine.
The rice in grains finer still than eyelashes wet,
is reduced to be consumed by navel-gazing eyes.
The dish shimmers in shadows and in fog is borne,
moving steadily towards the furnace, expressionless.
Great are the pieces, and greater still: the whip;
a symphonic treaty of toils served and internal tetherings.
The lovers meander, dodging the neurotic faceless fork,
with hierarchies of sickening powers observing them from afar;
burying seductive hatchets in traditions held.
Resin drips from the eyes, and camphor from the grooves.
The mind is thin and planar; the heart flutters right and left.
The meadows are dead! Long live the meadows!
Thank you for the flowers and the prison bars.
You have been my favorite neurosis, and I shall be
Yours,
Yousef --
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OLDER POSTS:
[portfolio of personal works :: 2009] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[portfolio of personal works :: 2010] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 05/02/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 30/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 27/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 22/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 07/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 03/01/10] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 29/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 25/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 22/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
[an overdose of inspiration :: 19/12/09] @ >> theqine.deviantart.com/journal… <<
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[stalkers since 18/12/09.]
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Thank you all for inspiring the hell out of me! Cheers!
-- Yousef Alshaikh :: TheQine :: 2010 --
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