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What a Racket -- sketch by Viney1, literature

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What a Racket -- sketch

Let's imagine a sixteen y.o. from a relatively rural area. She's had a sheltered life -- no real need to learn about the city. She's been using the internet for about a year now -- maybe a little less -- for humour sites, research, the occasional video, the occasional news item, and yes, for the occasional erotic stimulant. She's not really very web-savvy. Then, she discovers ... CHAT. Well, she's known about chat, she's heard about it, but she's been somewhat shy of it, knowing whether intuitively or from vague descriptions that chatrooms can be dangerous. But, oh! she's ready for it. Besides, the people in this chat room are so nic

What a rack -- sketch by Viney1, literature

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What a rack -- sketch

It seems that I can't even look at magazine racks anymore. They all seem like censored versions of Hustler or Penthouse. Especially the men's, but also the women's. Even "Mad" now has naked boobies in their magazine. Drawn, of course, but even when I was growing up, "Mad" never showed frontal nudity. I mean, sure it was risque, and that was part of the joy, but now it's all about the tittays. Well, maybe not all about ... Actually, the satirical quality of "Mad" has increased in my view, though just marginally, from when I was a child reading it. They're still less than funny, but I think they're now targeting an older audience, or don't care

Survivor Stories No. 3 by Viney1, literature

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Survivor Stories No. 3

"Mumma?" I'm scared of what I'm gonna say. I know she doesn't like it when I whine and complain. Maybe this just isn't important enough to worry Mumma over. She's always awfully busy and she can't be everywhere at once. Maybe this isn't the sort of thing that's bad enough to complain about. I complain a lot. But it feels so big, and I worked up an awful lot of courage just to say "Mumma." And I've never felt that way before. "What is it, lili?" Mumma's voice is busy, and angry. It's her "now's not the time" voice. "Nothing." It's a whisper. And a sob at the same time. I can't help it; it feels so big. "It doesn't sound like not

Survivor Stories No. 2 by Viney1, literature

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The Lily Variations by Viney1, literature

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The Lily Variations

The Lily Variations Introduction: This is the story of a girl. That's all, just an ordinary girl who becomes a victim of the world and fate. You will see the way she changes drastically to survive in the cold world in which she finds herself. She starts as an average girl, but in the end, who can remain average? No, the world throws too many twists at you to have you turn out average. No average person can do what our girl is about to do; and as you will see, her identity will be lost forever. Now, the curtain rises on a sixteen-year-old Lily, about to change forever. Let's begin . . . Theme: Lily was commonly known as a wonderul c

No Fury by Viney1, literature

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No Fury

I shall wear red To your wedding, Licentious whore, And you. You shall Know me By my dark lips Greeting your smile Tongue tart. You'll break your vow, I know you well. Too well, in fact, To stand. And so you'll lie, Your smile renewed, Your blasphemy Unheard. I'll weep at your funeral Liquid salt of purest joy On your cask I'll lay moonstone, Mandrake, and a drop of blood. When the full moon rises next I'll have made you mine again.

Tiny Missives on the Tarot: II by Viney1, literature

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Tiny Missives on the Tarot: II

How could God have known to create Us in Their image without a mirror? And how could We know that it is Our reflection that created Us? We know there are two of Us; one Us, the Others something Else. We assume that since We did not create Our reflections, then Our reflections created Us because Someone had to do some creating, at some point. But a reflection only ever does what it's reflection does. Who acts first? There is no first, there is only the second One moves, the Other moves too. Or, the Other moves Two. So, We can assume that Our reflections are God. However, a thing is only as good as its substance, and the reflections' su

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Prologue: The House of Keys by Viney1, literature

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Prologue: The House of Keys

Tree after tree; there seemed no end. Tila Sylvai had been travelling for days through the jungle. Her progress, she guessed, was slowed to a third what it had been in the White Desert. Some Areas of the jungle were so thick, Tila could only narrowly squeeze through the trees. Fortunately, the terrain made for few ground predators; unfortunately, tree snakes were very quiet. Tila shivered at the memory of the snake that had nearly devoured her from its perch as she'd passed below. It had been hot and slimy in the jowls of the snake, and she had been on the verge of suffocating even as her legs dangled a flailed at from the s

Mother Orb-Weaver Whispers by Viney1, literature

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Mother Orb-Weaver Whispers

Hear now, my beautiful children. My tiny horde. My lovely brood. There is much you must know before you wake and roam the earth. I and my mother before me, and her mother before her, and so on through the ages – through millions and millions of generations – we have all sworn to protect the earth. This is your solemn duty, as well. You must protect the ground upon which you walk, and the air that gives you breath. You, my children, are the hunters of the devourers. Devourers yourselves, you shall seek and destroy the eaters of life. For you are death. And only by death, can we live. Death is your name, so that all may live a time. Now, he

Here Again by Viney1, literature

The Heroes of Kalanesh. Ch. 1 by Viney1, literature

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The Heroes of Kalanesh. Ch. 1

Chapter 1: The Oracle at the Spring of D'jen Darionfil regarded the sullen Tila with worried curiosity. He was scared to ask. Perhaps something dark had lain hold of her. No, certainly something dark had lain hold of her. That was the scary thing. How would she act now if he asked her about it? "What is it Darionfil?" she snapped. Darionfil took a step backward, and studdered his answer: "Did you make it?" "Yes." "And you will report what you have seen?" "No." Darionfil's jaw dropped. "But I have promised two thousand gold pieces for a report of your findings." Tila shot Darionfil a boiling, icy glare. Her nostrils were

Inanna-Orpheus by Viney1, literature

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Inanna-Orpheus

Mother Nature, Blessed be. Help me to take care of me. Let me find my self-respect, And perfect humanness expect. Love me as You Love each Child, Though at times I am beguiled By wanton lust of true self-hate. Help me in my this sorrowed state. With this letter I beseech Bring me tone that cry and screech As well as lilt and dance and sing, And to my heart all joyness bring. Help me lay beside me here The sorrow I have learned this year. The sorrow as a wilted flower That kindly Earth doth re-devour. Mother Earth I pray you keep The secrets I have buried deep. Fatehr Time, please help me mend The sorrow in my heart. The e

Tiny Missives on the Tarot: 0. by Viney1, literature

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Tiny Missives on the Tarot: 0.

It was foolish, really. It wasn't that I hadn't seen what was ahead of me, but rather I understood that it might not always work the same way. It wasn't that I expected it not to work that way, but rather that I had to be sure that it wouldn't. Like I say, it was foolish, really. Ninety-nine times out of 100 you're going to fall; very rarely do you fly up. What was I thinking? Well, I'm not sure I was – with any rational part of my brain that is – thinking (nor with any regularly acknowledged irrational part of my brain, for that matter). They say it's the truest test of craziness to expect the laws of physics not to effect you when fo

Celsi's Confusion by Viney1, literature

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Celsi's Confusion

Celsi: Look at me! I'm so ... I don't know! Something strange is happening inside me. I don't believe I'm gay, But what Anais says is right. This is so confusing, I don't know what I should do! This changes all the thoughts I have of who I am and who I love, and what... Well, maybe not my thoughts on what I wear, but it certainly and suddenly changes who I am. I can't be gay, I just started college! Kissed a boy... I've never really even kissed a boy! Oh, God is there a reason for that?? Ah! this is driving me crazy! Ah! what am I going to do?! In my head I hear glorious, Wonderful music All the time. I wonder if Lil

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Tiny Missives on the Tarot: I by Viney1, literature

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Tiny Missives on the Tarot: I

Imagine the earth in the palm of your hand. Imagine the strength in your bones as your feet take root. Imagine the wind on the tip of your tongue. Imagine the song as on your lips it dances. Imagine the sun on the crown of your head. Imagine the fire in your heart as it leaps from your eyes. Imagine the sea in your veins. Feel the Divine flow through you. The decisions you make henceforth shall not only change your destiny, but affect those around you. Paradoxically, the decisions made by those around you will affect your decision-making. Tread carefully. Those who reflect you are many; those whom you aren't are none. The universe

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Hated and Sedated by InvaderGazTak, literature

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Hated and Sedated

Love me and hate me Please fuck me and save me Pull me and push me around Hate me and love me You've had too much of me As you leave me bleeding on the ground What the world will never know... In this life you were once on my mind And every day it seems I can't find The little pieces of my love for you The little things you never knew And though we still aren't together again In this world that doesn't give a damn All these people who don't matter a bit Those people who don't give a shit These scars I'll never show...

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Canada
Deviant for 18 years
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Current Residence: Basement apt., or my mind.
Favourite genre of music: Classical
Favourite photographer: Suze Randall
Favourite style of art: Surrealism, nude, erotic
Operating System: WinXP Home (Sorry)
MP3 player of choice: Winamp
Shell of choice: Conch
Favourite cartoon character: Ignignoct
Personal Quote: "We're here to steal your pornography and sodomise our vast imaginations." -- Ignignoct

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Favourite Writers

Neil Gaiman

Favourite Games

"Bad Girl" ;-)

Tools of the Trade

1 pen, 1+ binder(s) with pages falling out all over the place, 1 Word Processor, 2 many drugs

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Magick, music, mythology, spiders, faeries, snakes

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Viney1

Nov 27, 2006

Back around...

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Well, I'm back.  I've been gone since forever, and it's about time I smartened up and came back.  I've got a phone, now, so I can take pictures that kinda suck.   My writing hasn't been good, and I just got through what must have been the worst breakup in my life as yet, and what will hopefully be the worst one forever.  Somewhere, I know there's a happy medium between "I care about you so much I don't want you to live your own life," and "I will use you and discard you."  This sucks.  Lesson learned?  Don't move in with a friend after you've been raped.  Go to a half-way house if you can.  Do NOT get involved with the friend you moved in wit

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Viney1

May 31, 2006

publication

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Well, folks.  Here's the deal.  If I send my novel off to be published, they're going to find out, probably because I'll have to tell them, that it's been published beforehand.  That will make it less valuable to them, and therefore less likely to publish. Now, I realise that there are still nine chapters left to post, and that you folks have no clue what the soundtrack sounds like, so I figure those two are big selling points to a publisher.  But only if I stop posting NOW.  I'm sorry, friends and neighbours, if you were in any way interested in what I was writing.  The fact is, I want it pubished. It actually pains me to do this.  I don't

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May 10, 2006

name game

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This I stole from carol's blog at: wolfcaroling.livejournal.com  I believe names are very important.  I have several myself.  (These aren't they.) 1. YOUR ROCK STAR NAME: (first pet and current street name) Renee Knight 2. YOUR MOVIE STAR NAME: (grandfather/grandmother on your dad's side, your favorite candy) Elizabeth Bounty 3. YOUR "FLY GIRL/GUY" NAME: (first initial of first name, first two or three letters of your last name I-Az  (modified slightly) 4. YOUR DETECTIVE NAME: (favorite animal, favorite color) Spider Springreen 5. YOUR SOAP OPERA NAME: (middle name, city where you were born) Betty Glasgow 6. YOUR STAR WARS NAME: (f