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Freshman and Sophomore Years

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing, Personal 29 August 2014 · 85 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...


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Zombies (art)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 26 August 2014 · 73 views

I've been really in to drawing zombies lately, so here are two pieces with them as the theme.
 
Glen the Zombie
 
http://33.media.tumb...vmkpno1_500.png
 
 
 
Julie the Zombie
 
http://38.media.tumb...vmkpno1_500.png


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Summer Snapshots 2 and 3.

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 20 August 2014 · 91 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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Remora

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 18 August 2014 · 73 views

The whale shark is
the largest fish still alive.
Its a peaceful and gentle drifter
despite its enormous size.

And though it may be
seen to cut through water
like a blunt knife through cream cheese,
the real fascination is
what lies underneath;
those skinny fish with
suction cup heads -
freeloaders,
catching a ride on
the shark's underbelly flesh.

And s...


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Introversion (A Comic)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Art 07 August 2014 · 109 views

http://i.imgur.com/mMGmbBU.png  
 
http://i.imgur.com/Y0AmiS3.png
 
Two other comics I've made can be found on tumblr here and here  (click the pictures to enlarge).


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The November Seventeenth Unexplainable Coincidence (a short story)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 05 August 2014 · 79 views

“You know Graham is right scared,” Cameron said.
 
“He should be,” replied Simon.
 
“He won’t leave the house. I don’t know what to do.”
 
“Me neither.”
 
“Christ, Simon, you don’t seem to be concerned at all!” Cameron’s voice wavered slightly.
 ...


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Moulded (a poem)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 24 July 2014 · 72 views

Idyllic image of the ideal teen
recreated in oils to perfect the features
and make interesting the scene,
to brighten the lighting and 
whiten the teeth.

With the bleached blond hair
and the nose ring
bestowed upon the face,
the best years of their life
contained within the eyes.

What a shame the scenic adolescent
is only present upon a screen
or a...


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The Collection (a short story)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 21 July 2014 · 129 views

Tucker Martins took pride in making his large Tennessee house into his own personal museum. Rare and exotic artifacts populated his house from all parts of the world and from all periods of history.
 
Some, like the genuine samurai sword displayed half out of its sheath above the mantelpiece, had been hungrily sought after by Tucker; outbidding othe...


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Summer Snapshots #1

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 18 July 2014 · 99 views

Lying face up -
half in and half out of the sun 
and the sheet of shade created by
the newly fixed air
conditioning unit;
you bask like models or queens
surveying the sidewalk scene,
laughing, starting twig fires
with the barbecue lighter
and wasting away the afternoon.


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Grey Area (a poem)

Posted by Dirntbag , in Writing 10 July 2014 · 141 views

The sea almost  swallows the shore
but not quite.
I take out my ruler and measure
through the mornings, afternoons, the nights
and I can only conclude that
the foamy tide’s reach
ghosts itself up the beach
or throws itself against the sand
depending on how it feels.

I ponder how long
the ocean will take
to make its mind up…
if it wi...






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