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About Me Premium Member Wannabe Novelist Zak GrimshawMale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 7 Months
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October

Thu Oct 1, 2009, 7:10 PM
Fall is here and the weight of that heat is lifted. Take a deep breath and you can smell the night time, kids in sweatshirts running after each other down empty lamp-lit streets. You can smell the cool embrace of two jackets with lingering cigarette scents. You can see the smoke. Hear the silence. You can feel like a hopeless teenager, driving with quiet music and your windows down, stopping at street lights and staring in wonder.
October is upon us.

Devious Info

  • Current Residence: Arizona
  • Interests: Reading, writing, skating, creating, destroying, loving, craving. Literature, mischief, adventure.
  • Favourite movie: Wristcutters
  • Favourite band or musician: Bright Eyes
  • Favourite poet or writer: John Green, Bryan Charles, Michael Chabon, J.D Salinger, David Levithan, John Knowles, M.T. Anderson
  • Favourite style of art: Believed in. Trusted. Relied on.
  • Tools of the Trade: Spiral notebooks and pens.

deviantID

I write down the opening
lines
type them and re
type them
and then print them
out

on separate pieces
of paper
one for each
repeated
set of words

I let them cover my
floor
like snow
like the beginning of every
winter

Comments


:iconhisbeautifulletdown:
Thanks for the :+fav:! =D

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But I often wondered just how deep I could
Sink my teeth into that crease on your arm
The place where all the good times,
They grow and grow.
:iconsatah:
thankyou for the fav on oh, i see.

--
rosin your bow, sing your scales

do your lunges

we're going
field-
dancing
:iconvertigoart:
Thank you for the :+devwatch: and the :+fav:

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Get published at Inhibitions: [link]

Creator of *DailyLitDeviations

Poetic Visions of an Uncut Mind: [link]
:iconsatah:
thanks for the fav on turtleneck temperatures

--
rosin your bow, sing your scales

do your lunges

we're going
field-
dancing

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