~DeaJei

We think or speak; rarely both.

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About Me Member Pseudo-Intellectual DeaJeiMale/Canada

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Niche

Bittersweet and Chai tea the eternal Arabic aroma a round table by the window with high chairs and the light buzz of stimulated conversation.
Music hangs quietly in the background soft and welcoming earthly furniture accented with wrought iron the patient silence within my soul.
The temperate, euphoric liquid an esoteric laugh lost in the din while rain washes austerity from the world without safe and warm in forgotten parlours.

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:watching: AmyHer legs are a voice
as much as a vessel.

They speak a thousand ambling thoughts
as she falls toward her destination,
caught a moment later on those
careless,
purposeful limbs.

Her arms say less, but with equal fervour.

A hand drifts out
to adjust the wares upon the shelf with patient guile,
a comment whispered from the back of an auditorium,
only to retreat to her chest,
fingers tittering hushedly beneath her chin.

She considers the shelf at length,
perhaps waiting for the echo
to reach her up :watching: Amy
by ~DeaJei

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GreyRain would be a blessing. Instead, it is groggy. The sky outside my window is the same smoke grey as the buildings it looms over, threatening to cleanse it but never spilling a single tear. Even the streets reflect its austere gaze. Grey, grey, grey. I smirk into my grey tea. Earl Grey, not the colour. Still, it amuses me on a day that presents little of amusement, and it warms me on a day that feels chill despite the muggy autumn air. I share the warmth, a slow, deep exhale over my cup, and it collects on the glass in front of me in a fine, powder grey mist.
I watch grey suits move this way and that along the sidewalk below, the Grey
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A twice-opened woundMy mind went to war today, that altruist wouldn’t carry anything but a candle and a book. That fool.
The enemy sent a single phalanx with spear and shield seemingly just as foolish and a thousand times more so.
The fight had been fought a thousand times and more and each time
the spear tore the book asunder the shield snuffed out the candle
But today was different.
The phalanx weary beaten no, chosen by a valkyrie died.
My mind went to war today against my beat A twice-opened wound
by ~DeaJei

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Devious Info

Current Residence: Canada
Interests: lucid dreaming
Operating System: The Human Brain, v0.2.1b (it's not very stable right now...)
Skin of choice: mine. it's quite cozy.
Favourite game: Of all the games I like to play, the best is life from day to day.
Tools of the Trade: Pencil

Email: deajei@hotmail.com

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~JackPot-84

Jan 24, 2009, 9:39:57 AM

Thanks a lot for the watch ^^ !

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~toeyjoe

Nov 10, 2008, 4:07:26 AM

thanks :]]

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*Keizie

Jul 18, 2008, 7:34:20 AM

A bit late, but still.

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Thank you so much for your support on I'm a Fake ( [link] ). This photograph is very personal to me, and it took me a lot of effort to submit it. I still can't believe I got so much support from the community for it, and I honestly can't tell you how great it feels. I feel warm, enlighted, happy.

Thank you for this, Thank you so much

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Keizie

_{_{P.S This is a message I've sent to everybody who faved it. Due to the amazing amount of support I'm not able anymore to get back to everyone personally. I tried, but it's just not possible. I hope you understand!}}

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