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Jim Walker - Status: Member
- Conceptual Artist
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- Offline for 1w 20h 11m 54s
- Deviant since Dec 4, 2005, 6:47 PM
- 98 Deviations
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- 105 Deviation Comments
- 42 Deviant Comments
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Remembrance of scar tissueI saw a ghost today, And for a minute, I forgot myself, I was a new creature, a mess of Arms and legs, I was four limbs andRemembrance of scar tissue
Two wide eyes of rising blood.
Like a chord struck by its key, The dead past calling back Shook the dirt and rained Over me with the nostalgia
And ambivalence of things Remembered.
Memories, like scar tissue, Mark how deep the bullet lies.
I felt bestir inside me a thanatos
Long buried and paved over, a eulogy
for its addiction writ and dropped at
The last station.
I saw a walking spectr
in Fixed on 6/22/08
FlowerHis face was a still mask, An echo in skin and bone Made tough by sunlight and Punctuated with the signatures of human Experience, an assemblage of remainders, Laugh-lines, crow's feet, the tense of worry All clung the mould of his face like roots Winding through him.Flower
He was the world, a flower of pale petals Open and enfolding.
The deep-set lines of his hands were not the
Scars and etchings of time but seemed like Parts of an instrument, bending and folding, Crafting notes in graceful movements. Time Seemed to pass over him like wind over a &nb
in Fixed on 6/20/08
Beneath the SeaWith your open eyes and folded arms In this coffin's bed of biting circumstance You've made to seal the breadth of your regard. With my love and your trust you lie restless beneathBeneath the Sea
The tide.
And as it's made, With you I am under the
covers in this bed of nails.
Regret sitting heavy As gather in your silences, our Place inside transfigured and still Below the echoing depth of this sea. Hear the crooning voices pass, Feel the changing shades of Mood that in the heart do grow And darken the vines of doubt, The new creeping viens. &nbs
in Fixed on 2/21/08
We of Mended LimbsThis demanding flesh is consequence enough, Keening blood and bone under your fair skin A torrid skull lamenting the gore of want. Such little hearts and little minds are we, Such grasping hands at wit's end, at the Bladed edge of a cry for the honey-poison of The wanting skin, each cursing stroke curving Across a warm blooded canvas, fingertipsWe of Mended Limbs
Flowing along the path of their hunger. no act be
Damned, no rue to these roses but the reckless
Soul griping confusion and disgust of being held
Pray in the spun web of your own spiderous words,
Their venom on your lips brin
in Fixed on 2/21/08
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- Websitehttp://www.myspace.com/valentinejsw
- Emailjimwalker422@hotmail.com
- AIMangelofchaos5
- MSNjimwalker422@hotmail.com
- Current Residence: Houston
- Interests: poets, art, Fashion, film, philosophy, bass guitar, bushido
- Favourite movie: There are many
- Favourite band or musician: VNV Nation/Alkaline Trio
- Favourite genre of music: Industrial
- Favourite poet or writer: Oscar Wilde, Yukio Mishima
- Favourite photographer: Storm Thorgerson
- Favourite style of art: Poetry and Fashion
- Operating System: Windows XP
- MP3 player of choice: itunes
- Favourite game: FF8
- Favourite gaming platform: PS2
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It's those who dare to really get in that feed me with their eyes
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"To cure the soul by means of the senses, and senses by means of the soul!" - Oscar Wilde
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"To cure the soul by means of the senses, and senses by means of the soul!" - Oscar Wilde
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My Music
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"There is nothing more truly artistic than to love people."
- Vincent Van Gogh
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It's those who dare to really get in that feed me with their eyes
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"To cure the soul by means of the senses, and senses by means of the soul!" - Oscar Wilde
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"To cure the soul by means of the senses, and senses by means of the soul!" - Oscar Wilde
youre definitely worth watching !
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i likes car accidents!
and!
what the fook i don't know!
I could be pursuing an untamed ornithoid without cause...
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~pda1418
[Insert witty comment here].
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Life in itself has no meaning, for its purpose is an opportunity to create that meaning
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xxxxxALL I HEAR MEANS NOTHINGxxxxx
In you and I
There’s a new land...
Angels in flight...
My sanctuary, my sanctuary......
Where fears and lies melt away.....
xxxxxxMY HEART’S A BATTLEGROUNDxxxxx
Murdered the kitty
But if it had missed
Opportunity
The unknown remained
Unrevealed in vain
Nothing would have brought
The kitty back to
The day of judgement
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<<Wrong Side of Your Bed>>
.:.:My Wicked Life:.:.
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Hardcore KHR Yaoi ----> [link]
myspace account ----> [link]
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"Look, I have magic powers
"That's crap, this is a real power
"Well, I have a cool Katana
"That's it, Matrix Fight!"
"Are you done now?"
"Oww..."
join Lost [link]
you've always been a talented writer
nice to see you broadcasting it. :]
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"Do you play sports?"
"No, but I can lift 200"
"Really?!"
"Yeah, and if they put more chips in the Pringle's can it would be 300."
jimlet!! ^___^!!!!
*glomps.* aiii. *adds.*
>_> yay! it's about time. X3
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"meow?" says the laura-pup.
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My name says it all
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"If the doors of perception were cleansed, everything would appear to man as it truly is, infinite." -William Blake
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My Music
cheshire
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Something is always born of excess; great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them. --Anais Nin
Cheshire
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Something is always born of excess; great art was born of great terrors, great loneliness, great inhibitions, instabilities, and it always balances them. --Anais Nin
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