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Itching by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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Itching

Itching © Dylan Wheeler 2011 I'm itching for it now, even as I write, and my eyes trail and trace across the words scrawling onto paper, my brain can't let it go, it calls me, it haunts me, I can't resist. To write it's a desire, a passion, and a constant regret, every moment I spend reading or eating or sleeping I could have been cataloguing my every thought into words to make something grand and everlasting in the world's ocean of information like a single drop I feel nothing , like nothing, because nothing matters, it's just matter, what's the matter if my clothes are tattered? They're not what I create so what gives me

When a Life Outgrows a Lexicon by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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When a Life Outgrows a Lexicon

When a Life Outgrows a Lexicon © Dylan Wheeler 2010 All Rights Reserved Observe, absorb, imitate, Observe, absorb, edit, create, Read, write, paraphrase, transcribe, Blank pages to individualize. Do you copy or create? Regardless, no-matter, you coordinate A thought or reason, a feeling of passion, There is no way to sculpt, only to refashion. Every word has its etymology, every dialect its demography, Every plot its archetype, every allusion its mythology, Every word can be broken into pieces, 'Til a writer's a man with childrens' blocks, Struggling to create something new and grand, Before time runs hot and melts the c

My Proposal to Melinda by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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My Proposal to Melinda

Oh I once had a dream that you tried to leave me, I woke up in a cold sweat, I could not believe it, I opened my phone, to send a sweet 'I love you' message, But already had a dozen from you that glowed so perfect. I once had another dream that you had cut your hair, A sight I never thought that I could ever bear, But in that dream I still sought to see you, And I found you to be just as beu- tiful as you were before, No matter what, you're a sight I must adore. Baby Girl, how many times may I say today, That you are so gorgeous in every single way? May I say it a thousand times, plus some extra few, Just to have room to tell you

A Freedom Once Born Must... by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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A Freedom Once Born Must...

A Freedom Once Born Must Yet Be Nurtured © Dylan Wheeler 2010 All Rights Reserved Toiling, sweating, heaving and shoveling dirt and gravel, a man uniformed in yellow and orange works on the roadside, reeking of wet cement, his feet slipping in muddy clay. Such a man he was, to be looked upon with envy by another. The second stood, fingers clenched hopelessly to a wire fence, longing to cross the yellow tape with black 'do not cross' lettering. He then departs: turns in another job application to another corporation that is not hiring, stands in another multi-hour line of strangers waiting for too few food stamps, and then moves onwar

Autobiographology by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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Autobiographology

July 10th 2010. In my room. Quiet. Writing for the first time in a while. It feels good to put the pencil to paper again, which is a statement that came to mind before I even grabbed my journal, when I was only thinking about writing. I don't know if that's good or bad, but I don't care either. Some things aren't meant to be known, only felt. And writing feels good. It's been far too long. Additionally I have a new keyboard, and the keys don't stick anymore. So I'm looking out my window, at the trees and houses behind mine. It's the type of thing Bram Stoker would take pages and pages to describe. My neighbors behind us have some uncomple

Omnitheism by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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Omnitheism

Omnitheism © Dylan Wheeler 2010 It's not a new idea, very few ideas now-a-days are, but every individual upon any subject can engender a unique interpretation. This is not polytheism, it is omnitheism. Poly- means 'many', whereas omni- means 'all'. Theism of course indicates religion. A far step from my former and short lived atheism, this change in my beliefs has not come easy. I've done some research, not as much as I'd like but more than enough to make me feel uncomfortable calling myself anything else; and this interpretation is my result. If you don't agree with my definition, tell me, I won't change mine, but I'd like to hear y

A Thousand Thoughts of You by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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A Thousand Thoughts of You

A Thousand Thoughts of You © Dylan Wheeler 2010 All Rights Reserved I sit here writing thoughts of you, To show you that I care, Remembering the last time you sat next to me, Running your fingers through my hair. I'm deciding which of my thoughts of us, To write down all the way through, Which isn't an easy task because, I'm always thinking about you. To write down all the words I'll use, To describe every time we've kissed, I'll learn a thousand languages, Wiel du meine Göttin bist. (Because you are my goddess.) And every time I hear you say my name, And when we embrace in each other's arms, And every time we loo

Hacker by DJ-Chainbreaker, literature

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Hacker

Hacker © Dylan Wheeler 2010 All rights reserved One wall was filled with LEDs, blinking lights, and spinning fans behind small serrated grids. The second was covered in USB ports, sheathed disc trays, various slots and slits for a plethora of media formats of any kind. The third wall surrounded a door and was decorated with various posters and charts: binary conversion tables, maps, sticky notes and radio frequency data. A mini-fridge filled a corner of the third wall, complete with energy drinks, filtered water, and green tea. Then, the forth wall. Screens, monitors, visual interpretations of masses and masses o

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My Proposal to Melinda

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A Freedom Once Born Must...

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Omnitheism

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A Thousand Thoughts of You

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She thinks the poet is to blame. She'll damn his words and then his name. She thinks all poems are a crime. She'll make him live between the lines. She'll damn his words and then his name and eagerly await the shame; demand his head upon a plate - she seeks to sentence as his fate. She thinks all poems are a crime. They tease with wisdom, then with rhyme - a poet's final stab at wit, they make of him a hypocrite. She'll make him live between the lines not knowing that the words he finds, those shifting letters in between can bring the lady to her knees.

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Jan 12
United States
Deviant for 14 years
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Current Residence: DFW Texas
Print preference: Legible.
Favourite genre of music: Techno, Rock, Metal.
Favourite style of art: Drawing, Photoshop/Digital
Operating System: Cardiovascular, Nervous, Respiratory, Reproductive and several others.
MP3 player of choice: A pair of light weight, carbon fiber headphones with a built-in zetabyte of memory: wish me luck.
Shell of choice: Crabs are cool.
Wallpaper of choice: Epic Digital Art involving some representation of entropy.
Skin of choice: Uh... I'm not racist?
Favourite cartoon character: Does Rayman count? The N64 version that is. The Wii version was very disappointing.
Personal Quote: Best way to make a profit: "I'll give a penny for your thoughts in return for your two cen

Favourite Movies

The Boondock Saints, Pirates of the Caribbean, V for Vendetta, Knowing and Star Wars: no real order.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Offspring, System of a Down.

Favourite Writers

Dan Brown, Harper E Lee, Edgar Allan Poe.

Favourite Games

DnD and other RPG's

Favourite Gaming Platform

A table: RPG FTW!!!

Tools of the Trade

Pencil, paper, my custom super-computer, and an ungodly terabyte hard-drive (of doom).

Other Interests

Music, Poetry, Writing.

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DJ-Chainbreaker

Apr 7, 2010

Daily Paragraph V

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April 6th 2010:    A noble friend had let him stay in the cellar of his family castle, and he had been there, avoiding execution, for almost a year now. His tinkering and dabbling in such "pagan" devices have drawn the eyes of a few too many church members, and he had almost been captured in his former laboratory. Then those dogmatic fools burned the building to ash! His life's work was gone, and he was so close to his breakthrough. It took him a year to rebuild under his friend's temple and finish his research, but now it was almost complete. All that remained was the Test.

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DJ-Chainbreaker

Apr 6, 2010

Daily Paragraph IV

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April 5th, 2010    And the banner waved above the brows of a hundred sweat drenched men, each and every one ready to die in defense of their home and freedom. The streets were more jagged than ever, splinterized by round after round of bullets shot from the massive magazines of automatic weaponry. They had no guns, but plenty of bullet wounds... and still they marched. They marched not under the order of some superior monarch or tyrant, but by their own volition. Every one of their men the police shot down was another reminder as to why they marched, and they did so unwaveringly into the night, when the streets were lit still by the flames