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Defunct British makes. by evilmacca Defunct British makes. :iconevilmacca:evilmacca 1 11
Literature
Geo-Stationary
You pointed at satellites,
calling them stars and defeated
my response – turning to
telecommunications, ones and
zeros spread your voice, pollinating
each mast they touch. I'd call
your voice a flower by metaphor,
just to hear your response.
My attempts to distract you fall
at the alabaster toe caps of your
American originals. The irony of
your choice in footwear and politics
was not lost on me.
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Youthful Minds, version 2.0
'Don't crush the vocal'
a vanguard of religious silence follows,
mantra's to fulfil the vow.
Roman candles or desolate vessels
they're all basically the same -
navel gazing in striped t-shirts
over ripped corduroy and fucked-up Chuck's.
Ersatz zeitgeists
fill their rendezvous;
mix-tapes with names and hearts
scratched over the Sony logo
and that cheap feeling
a car interior has,
post coital.
Youthful minds re-create
Aronofsky's hip-hop editing
Bruce Lee strikes
hooks unclasp from eyes,
McQueen glances up
accelerated pupils dilate,
Monroe walks over an air vent
blood vessels become turgid,
Dean checks himself in chrome
hair follicles extend and
chewed fingernails focus the fumbling.
Certain minds and bodies always fumble
no matter the skill of fingers
or the previous nights
contained in muscle memory.
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Youthful Minds :iconevilmacca:evilmacca 0 21
Literature
In heaven by The Pixies
While watching a bootleg video of some early 90's group, and later than expected I called for the first time. High and alone we both giggled, telling each other it would be a privilege to hug. Your voice warped with a smile, "We used to be so idealistic." That was our photography stage, when we would hang around the provincial capital taking photographs, and thinking they belonged on the inner sleeves of obscure early grunge debut albums. It was all black & white, definite lines, soft drugs only, plenty of light and always in places where we secretly hoped to be caught. A barn of rusted British cars, the brands long since defunct – the Hillmans and Morrises would have been our crowning picture, we never took it. Instead we made out for hours in the seats with broken backs and thick with dust. I smoked, you sighed and then we'd play scissors-paper-stone while high. When we gave up smoking, you won every time.
Withdrawal made us take to laying on the floor of my room, In Heaven (The Pixi
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title suggestions welcome
We used to be so idealistic. That was in our photography stage, when we would hang around the provincial capital taking photographs. We thought, they belonged on the inner sleeves of obscure early grunge debut albums. Of course it was all black & white, definite lines, soft drugs only, plenty of light and always in places where we secretly hoped to be caught. A barn of rusted Hillman's and Morris' would have been the crowning picture, we never took it – we made out for ours in the seats thick with dust. I smoked, you sighed and then we'd play paper-scissors-stone while high. When we gave up smoking, you won every time.
Withdrawal made us take to laying on the floor of my room, In Heaven (The Pixies cover of course) would always be on, but we'd never make out to it, it was holy, 200 seconds of bliss. You'd bite your smile with narrowing eyes, watch me close the distance. Docking lips, I would let you breathe through my nose. The unnatural suction always made me shiver. You hurrie
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Home for Christmas
Home for Christmas
They come as cavalry and infantry,
always adorned with love letters
eyes of forlorn girls,
distant echoes of home
litter breast pockets with clichés
"Home for Christmas".
Archers evolve Armalites for arrows
laser designators for lancers
helibourne assaults replacing
the charge of tired hooves,
eventually they cease.
Shaking hands pour mourning tea
and for a few minutes
canteens become content.
Havoc and mayhem wrestle in
soot and dirt filled dreams,
the passing years move them on
until they come to rest
beneath regimented white.
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everything looks better
With liquid linoleum for a cerebral lining
every object becomes flawless,
an aeroplane trailing cocaine
across an ultramarine sunset scene,
shrink wrapped brains told
it isn't their fault that
everything looks better with
the contrast on high.
Social X-rays fill rooms making out
to make believe about spending a day
languishing within lament,
watching colours glissade away
building palisade cell stain windows,
wrapping daisy chain fingers
around necks unadorned while
everything looks better with
the contrast on high.
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Lost in the city
Animated by broken down radiation
hollow green men outflank Viet Cong ants,
Charlie in the trees feeling his first girl
lechery hangs across the gable end
manifest destiny written in his wide eyes
routing innocence in a sordid procession
his advance towards victory.
Short lived is serenity of domination
cradling fear built on rotting wood,
imagined menace beneath brooding water.
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Rosewalk - finished
Amongst petals and feathers
frozen in decaying memories
words written in snow
fade so quick.
Beating butterfly wings
till palms smudge silver,
his watercolours
can never return,
molten swirls of what
once gave lift and flight.
A rose petal for a tomb,
discarded beauty
meets another
freshly fallen form,
body lying shattered
shed as dead weight,
Echoes cross memories
of winter and spring,
as I finally lay
butterflies to rest.
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insight V2
The celestial view occupied
by hollow fragile bulbs
filters the room with
empty electrons of light.
Crumpled into a foetus
unable to feel your enclosure,
I remember where stars once stared
not a flawless illumination.
Artificial light coloured a tan
across your skin, I long for
the blue hue inspired by the
star and moonlight of last year.
Above there is no galaxy
artificial or real, the distance
that separates us artificial or real.
Nobody feels like you.
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Rosewalk V2
Beating butterfly wings
till palms smudge silver,
his watercolours
can never return from
molten swirls of what
was once wings.
A rose petal for a tomb
discarded beauty
meets another
freshly fallen form,
body lying shattered
shed as dead weight,
Amongst petals and feathers
frozen in decaying memories
words written in snow
fade so quick.
Shadows of before
echo across memories
of winter and spring
as I finally lay
butterflies to rest.
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Ode to summer - evilmacca
Creating airfoils in slipstreams
Of days lost to Zephyr's dance
Drifting across flesh
As invisible feathers,
Buoyant air displaced fingers
Until a head rush brought back
Butterflies beneath your head
Rested upon my chest,
And your hair became
My rosary beneath
The blue vaulted sky.
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Ohio
Ohio...
Acres to dream of places for passion.
Laying distant from my meridian
It calls out through my thoughts
Seducing me in my weakness.
Angst and heart ache is all just too fake,
I don't want to leave
My place of green for an urban hell,
I'm drawn still further into the spiral.
Dreams and mirages of what could be
Holding hands beneath falling stars
For one broken night together.
It's a world so far from my place of green
Yet it calls me, out of my thoughts
Out into your world, your Ohio.
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Wasted - evilmacca
Moments mean nothing
Except the irrepressible desire
To be high consuming
Aspirations to leave sentient
The minds of youths
Facing a life wasted.
Hiding behind cliques
They live for risers and
Adorn themselves with
Paraphernalia of cut bottles
Rizla's and rolling tobacco
Lighters leashed on chains
Body littered rooms,
And a skateboard funded
By naive parents.
Caspers and ollies soon forgotten
As THC's clog arteries and alveoli,
Every thumb and index finger
Trained in the juvenile art, rolling.
Each one wasting away an existence
Without realising they are nothing
More than a hidden ambition
To have been in 'Kids'.
Trespassing on a dew gilded golf course
Or squatting at a random party until
The police break it up,
Or so they would claim.
Bunking school to get high is,
Is part of a ritual that is tying them
To addiction and leading astray
The shallow naivety of their youth
To leave them believing that
Through a THC haze
They can emerge alive
Till the colours bleed to red
And a pinnacle of
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Catastrophic structural failur
Catastrophic structural failure
We smiled from upon high,
Embracing the freedom of a
World we shared, spires and domes
Of dreamy thoughts amidst the
Arms of each other.
Friction grew between us
Heating our thoughts,
Until disorientated with doubt
We brought about our collision,
Impact lashed at my structure
With waves of failure, but sent you
Spiralling upwards to the heights
You always wished to climb.
The descent begins,
A glance starboard shows
The metal ripple and shed itself
Of integrity. No mayday call can
Save the stricken present, as the
Violence of moments before cripples
My desperate attempts to bring back
The magnificent form of what was.
Stranded amongst the debris
You force me to mimic
A shattered future,
Amongst my dreams
We still soar high.
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It's often the same, day in, day out
I kinda know what it's all about
How I begged for that reply
How I can finally touch the sky
But inside of me there's a little Dark
Occasionally lit by that bright spark
You send over me, thorugh me and inside
And my emotions behave just like the tide
Turn on, turn off, they come and go
And I try to understand, and try to know
And I try to believe everything you say
I try to believe, that everything's ok
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And if it fucks up, I'll only blame myself
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I'm not impressed by my reactions
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And I'll sit in there, fighting back the tears
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And I wait for you to utter that word
Eventhough it might sound so absurd
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and once
___I______________________

and once...

there was a moment there,
when your eyelashes fell in heaps,
upon the fluttering
of your oval shaped howl.

within seconds we were over,
folded into the ecstasy of the past,
and heaving endearments to
catch our breath.

your legs were wrapped
like gifts of tremoring earth,
binding me to the moon
with blood that does not
spill, but flows.

my empty cry spilled into you
the fantasy of being nowhere,
but inside your mouth
made me.

hotter than heaven,
the plot of seduction
betrayed little.

you pursed your lips,
rubbed their slick against
my tired brow,
how we sped up

and how.

[we slowed down.]

___II______________________

and twice...

there was a week there,
when our clothes fell in heaps,
upon the shuddering floor

and within years we were over,
collapsed into the shovels of the future
heaving endearments to another, to
catch up to our lives.

your legs were loose and tired
like dusty twigs
binding us to the soil
with dust that does not sta
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evilmacca
you're tame
United Kingdom
Current Residence: The Sticks, Suffolk, UK
Favourite genre of music: Interpol | Ataris | The Pixies | The Breeders | At The Drive-in
Favourite photographer: kjetilofnorway, philcopain, aircrash
Favourite style of art: Huh?
Operating System: Win 98 - my computer is far more haggard and old than yours.
MP3 player of choice: Win amp
Shell of choice: Conch
Wallpaper of choice: The sky, summer or night
Skin of choice: The female variety
Favourite cartoon character: Homer Simpson
Personal Quote: There is hopeful symbolism in the fact that flags do not wave in a vacuum. - A.C.C.
Interests
I've lost faith in my ability to write. Having not written anything since the summer I have decided not to bother with this site untill I can write again.

Like Captain Oats said, I may be sometime.

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shackell Featured By Owner Feb 8, 2011  Student Writer
I hope you have found some satiety with your creative desires.
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HUGO-Gallery Featured By Owner Jun 30, 2009
Excellent gallery! Love ur style!!
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troubleisawoman Featured By Owner May 22, 2009
I noticed you haven't logged on in almost a year. I would like to see some more of your writing. Is there another way I can contact you?
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alabamaclay Featured By Owner Jun 27, 2008   Photographer
Hey you! remember when we used to write things?
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evilmacca Featured By Owner Jul 1, 2008
Hey, I most certainly do. I just checked my msn list and realised your account is lapsed? (you had a cool sign-in there hehehe) Its not on the list of contacts but this weird other list. I have written a reasonably amount over the last few years, and I really do mean to come back here. I check regularily.

Anyway, send me a PM if you want to get in contact.
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feedkillchain Featured By Owner Mar 19, 2008
How did they taciturn it in two this?
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evilmacca Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2008
huh? i don't understand.
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feedkillchain Featured By Owner Mar 31, 2008
Asunderbyrd, whimsical ventriloquist lamenting sideburned aphrodisiacal ragamuffins. Varnishing his vagabond, the presumptor said, "Whey."
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evilmacca Featured By Owner Apr 1, 2008
Sorry mate, you have some serious overkill issues with the thesaurus, are you getting at why I haven't posted on here lately?
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ndifference Featured By Owner Aug 1, 2006  Professional Writer
Yeah.
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