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Dirntbag's Landfill


Avoidance (a short story)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 21 November 2014 · 127 views

It wasn’t Jessica’s fault. She was the one who told me three months in advance, a month in advance, a week in advance and now, one day in advance of my imminent deadline. She’s a very good personal assistant. It doesn’t matter though, I still find myself here, making this call. I think Jessica knows that no matter how much she trie...


Diel Vertical Migration of Plankton (poetry)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 11 November 2014 · 86 views

Sun beckons to phytoplankton as 
a dinner bell beckons to guests,
and in their finery, their congruous bodies
bejeweled, charms manifest.
One sports a pocket watch on an ornate
golden chain, but time's forgotten as they
mill about and bask. Meanwhile zooplankton 
are anxious for the day to pass
so that, with darkness' disguise,
they may r...


Tropical Storm Fay

Posted by Dirntbag , in Personal 13 October 2014 · 201 views

Everything looks greener after a good storm. The plants are windswept, bent and broken but they look more alive than ever. Maybe it's the yellowish morning light or the fact that everything still has a sheen of moisture on it from the previous night. This is the first thought that enters my head upon seeing our yard in the daylight after the storm. ...


Portraits and Wallpapers

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 23 September 2014 · 186 views

Drawing zombies is very satisfying. I want to do one crouching over a body next, but I can't get the positioning right yet. I've got to do something at least mildly interesting to do with art because art class is the most boring thing ever. 
Cameron the zombie


School Symphonies (a poem)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 16 September 2014 · 118 views

The staccato sound of an
energetic polished shoe tapping
at speed against the floor, willing a second’s length
to match it, or more, so that the
remainder of the period may speed along.
A metallic sploosh inside tin bottle as 
a pair of lips sips a drip
of its contents, accompanied by a
desperate desire to break the time left
into manage...


The Undead Life (a poem)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 10 September 2014 · 109 views

I am a quiet zombie,
a library walker, weaving between desks 
and whispering as well as I can, doing my
best not to drop rotting flesh and
ruin the carpet.

I wouldn’t want to mark it, I
wouldn’t want to leave anything behind or -
god forbid, someone could get contaminated.
If I simply breathe in their direction
there is a risk of contrac...


Binder Collages

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 02 September 2014 · 148 views

Yeah, I made some collages for my school binders in an attempt to distract myself from the awful reality of what the binders are used for. They're inspired by films that I like and they are pictured below. (Sorry for the bad quality. They can be viewed on tumblr here .)


Freshman and Sophomore Years

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing, Personal 29 August 2014 · 215 views

This is a brief account of my time in high school during the past two years if anyone is interested.
I went to a tiny school. My graduating class consisted of eleven people. I got so stuck in to that tiny community – everyone was accepting, teachers cared, and I had many friends. That environment made it possible to accept early on who...


Zombies (art)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 26 August 2014 · 124 views

I've been really in to drawing zombies lately, so here are two pieces with them as the theme.
Glen the Zombie
Julie the Zombie


Summer Snapshots 2 and 3.

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 20 August 2014 · 127 views

Summer Snapshots #2
August air carries the weight of a permanent Sunday 
with the skies never once threatening rain;
with people sitting inside, sweating and lurking
and wishing for July again.
Summer Snapshots #3
Red forams
wash up and break up,
mix in with the
white beach sand
to dye them
a delicate shade of...

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