| Apologies |
[Jul. 6th, 2005|10:48 pm]
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I've got to apologise for my community being somewhat abandoned of late. I've been working very hard on a lot of other work, and it is somewhat hard to discuss the darker sides of the psyche when you are working more on the lighter side.
I hope everyone is well, and I would love to hear what you are all up to.
For those of you that are interested in keeping up to date with my happenings, I have a gallery of my work at DeviantArt.
http://poisonedpure.deviantart.com
I've also added quite a few familiar faces onto my LJ.
Take care, and have fun.
~Bloodied Velvet (moderator) |
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| The tale of Frankie DiMaggoi |
[May. 19th, 2005|11:54 pm]
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Jerry and Michael were at each others throats again. I gotta stop going camping with them two. Jerry’d just told an old campfire ghost story and Mike was going on about how it was all bullshit. So Jerry comes out with, “Yeah… you heard the story of Frankie DiMaggio?”
Now that gets me listenin’, cause I had heard that story, those stories. It got bigger an’ more fucked up every time I heard it. Scary campfire tales have a habit of doin’ that, you’ll notice.
“Never fuckin’ heard of it. This another one of your lame ass ‘Couple fuckin’ in the woods’ tales, Jerry? Cause those are fuckin’ lame,” Mike, as always, eloquent. Fuckin’ retard.
So Jerry throws in her two cents, “Yeah, but it’s a fuckin’ good one, Mike. Cause it happened. It honest to God happened. In this here set of woods. Look, ask Jace here, he’ll tell you!” Bitch threw it into my lap. So I told him the story as I knew it.
“Thanks, wench Remind me to kick your ass at some point. Okay…
“Well, ten years ago, to this very week [cause it’s always to this very fuckin’ day with these fuckin’ stories] this guy went out campin’ with his girl and his best friend. As it happens, this best friend was messin’ around with the girl at the time.
“So this guy goes off to get some water for drinkin’ from the local stream an’ when he gets back he sees his best mates hand up his woman’s shirt. The friend, that’s Frankie DiMaggio, and the girl are too busy with their fuckin’ around on him, that they don’t notice that the guy’s returned. So he keeps to the dark spots in the trees and grabs a branch. He sneaks around behind then and WAM! Fuckin’ tree branch to the back of the skull. Girl goes out like a light. WHAM! Frankie starts nappin’.
“The girl wakes up as she hears this sound. Frankie screamin’. He’s screamin’ so loud and so hard that the girl can actually hear his fuckin’ vocal chords tear. She freaks and fuckin’ runs to get some fuckin’ cops.
“When the cops rock up, they find Frankie’s body. It was fucked up royally. Half the cops throw up, one faints. They fuckin’ burn the pictures of the scene afterwards. It was that fuckin’ bad.
“The girl never spoke again after callin’ the cops. Never said a single word. Never even wrote anything. No communication at all ‘till she wrote her suicide note couple months later.
“Now, here’s the fucked up thing. The two fucked up things. First, they never found the guy who did it. Some people said that it was the chick that did it. Everyone else thinks the guy just fucked off into the night and never came back.
“The other fucked up thing? The other fucked up thing is that Frankie’s death was so fuckin’ horrific that every anniversary of his death, you can hear his final scream. You can hear it cut out as he screams loud enough to rupture his own vocal chords.”
Mike, of course, sniggers, “Right. So they hear his screams every fuckin’ year? Bullshit. Can’t happen, didn’t happen. Don’t know why you even try this shit, Jace. You know it don’t work,” then he yawned and got up, “Fuck this for a game of soldiers. I’m getting some sleep.”
I don’t think Mike thought I saw the wink he threw Jerry. But I did. And I started thinkin’ about the last man who winked at my girl twenty years ago, as I started walkin’ towards the tent, checkin’ the edge of my knife. |
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| Your moderator has a new name :) |
[May. 3rd, 2005|12:08 pm]
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Old pseudonym was denizenz. Now I am bloodied_velvet. Feel free to add me.
( the soul stealerCollapse ) |
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| Innocence |
[Mar. 11th, 2005|01:55 am]
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But why? Why would you just discard me like that? Have these years meant nothing to you? Nothing at all?
Do not be so sentimental. Of course these years hold meaning for me. Not, perhaps, the meaning you wish, however.
I gave you everything I had, and this is how you repay me. There’s someone else, isn’t there. This is what this is all about, isn’t it?
Yes. There is.
What?!
You expect me to hide the fact from you?
I… Who is she then? Who is the little fucking skank?!
Nobody I care to enlighten you about.
What can she give you that I can’t? Huh? Don’t tell me… tight little body… nice breasts… that’s it, isn’t it. Your precious trophy girl is losing her shine and it’s time to upgrade to a new model, right?
What can she give me? The only thing I need. The only thing I hunger for.
Well? What is it?
Innocence.
What… I mean… what are you saying? That you’re getting rid of me to get someone who’s a virgin? I knew your tastes were weird, but…
NO! This has nothing to do with sex, you pathetic creature. It never had anything to do with sex.
Then what? What is this innocence?
Exactly what I say. I hunger for her innocence. That bright flame of purity. I do not expect you to understand.
Why though? Why innocence? It’s not like you’ve got anything innocent about you.
Perhaps. Perhaps that is the attraction. Perhaps I am attracted to what I have myself lost. Perhaps there is something inside of me that wishes to see that innocence corrupted. Perhaps there is something inside of me that wants to destroy something beautiful and pure.
You’re… a monster!
I suppose I am, really. Now be gone from here. I have a life to destroy.
You’re talking about destroying her already! You freak! You sick fuck!
I wasn’t talking about her. I could not destroy that innocence.
Then what?!
She may be the candle, but I am the moth. |
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[Mar. 2nd, 2005|11:24 pm]
The Dark
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What is it that my dark is hiding?
The question is, dear student, not what it is that my Dark is hiding, but what is the nature of the Dark to begin with?
There are those that talk of Jungian psychology. That the higher soul rules at the lower souls discretion. An amusing diversion, to be certain, but far from the truth. Would you believe that certain tribes in the Kalahari desert believe that a reflection in a mirror is the essence of Dark from an individual, that that shard of soul that is stolen can be harnessed be doers of unpleasant deeds and can be released to spread their evil across the world? I wouldn’t, they’re still wrong.
Every culture has their opinion on the Dark. What is it? Often it is the catchcry of the previous generation, forgetting their own rebellion when trying to quieten down their own children. You’re too young to remember when “Make love, not war!” became “Turn that music down!”
So, my dearest and most favoured student. What is the Dark?
Perhaps if you just stop struggling with your bonds, dearest student, I’d show you…
Welcome back, Denz, hope you're planning on throwing some Dark our way.. ^_^ |
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| Update |
[Mar. 2nd, 2005|10:39 pm]
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Okee dokee, I'm back. I've had a hard and rough time dealing with a breakdown and sickness but I am somewhat back on LJ and taking over maitenance of this community again. It will probably be good for me to have something to keep my mind occupied so I will be updating the layout and getting things all shiny-like so that we can have fun and see some new entries here.
Thanks to all the people that have stayed, boo to the people that have left (i haven't checked to see yet if there are any that have) and hello to any new members. I am feeling that a new change can be a bio posted as the first entry from all our members so we can get to know you all just that little bit better. I think that would be good as something new to the community, don't ya think? Will post the bio outlines in a new post and on the user page soon. Please take some time out to complete it.
I am hoping that as I grow the community grows, and as the community grows the artists grow. It was my passion to support others, especially artists with a meaning behind their works hence the birth and creation of this site. It is my passion to help others and my vision that art can be used as a healing/understanding tool of human emotion that made me want to get you all together.
I have seen so many talented people. I have seen people create visions using words or images that speak to the very core of the human psyche, and these are the people that I feel NEED to be seen and heard.
The dark only hides the shadows that the light in your soul perceives.
The light only hides what the dark already knows about.
What is it that your dark is hiding?
~Denizenz (moderator) |
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[Feb. 15th, 2005|05:18 pm]
The Dark
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 machineguntalk |
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[Feb. 13th, 2005|10:20 pm]
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I am looking for a new moderator. Due to unforseen circumstances I will have to leave LiveJournal. If you wish to have this community continue then someone else will have to take the community on in my absense.
I am sorry about this, as this community has been a pet project for me and I love supporting artists create and grow.
Apologies, and I hope that this community will continue to grow even in my absense.
~Denizenz (moderator) |
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[Feb. 7th, 2005|08:39 pm]
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This community is getting a little quiet of late. I am just wondering if it is still wanted, and if you are quite fine with the way that things are running at the moment or whether you would like some things changed.
I would love to get more participation from people, as that is how an artist grows with the feedback of others. I love viewing what other people have put on here as I there are some rather talented pieces on here.
If you are shy or are just a watcher here then that is fine. We won't bite. I promise. Come and make your presence known and tell us what you think of the site and the work on it. It will be greatly appreciated by all.
This is not an elite group, it is for all people that want a voice and a place that they can express themselves.
If you have any feedback or ideas for group discussions then let me know.
~Denizenz (moderator) |
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| Washed Away |
[Feb. 7th, 2005|08:36 pm]
The Dark
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The sky was heavy-clad with bruised thunderclouds, and as I looked up I saw an occassional flash of lightning streak the vivid sky as if marking its own horizon.
All colour was vividly brightened as if the rains have washed them clean. The ground was a wavy sea of yellow against the grey-blue sky.
I walked through the fields of yellow to let the tops of the wheat-stalks brush against my hands and feel the stalks prick the soles of my naked feet. Apart from the grazing cattle in a neighbouring field I am all alone on this land.
Overhead thunder shakes the skies, and I could feel the ground shake. With a particularly powerful clash, the sky splits open and the heavens rain down on me. I tilted my head back, closed my eyes and opened my arms to greet it.
The rain trickled from my eyes, as the sky cries for my tears that I can not weep. I stood there as the rain ran rivers from my hair and stuck my shirt to my skin.
I stood there as the heavens spoke their rage and I stood there as it breathed it's last sigh. Only when the sky had quietened and the rain had stopped its torment did I chance to move myself.
Then, and only then did I begin to run. |
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