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With a gallery that takes you on a journey into another world, `spyroteknik has firmly secured a place as one of the top artists within our community. Always willing to participate in events as well as providing critique and guidance to members in such a humble yet inspiring manner is a quality which deserves recognition. So it's with great pleasure that we award this month's Deviousness to Martin Bland. Read More
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Devious Comments
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"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate."
- Zapp
Damn straight I'm the KING!
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"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate."
- Zapp
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"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate."
- Zapp
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"If we hit that bullseye, the rest of the dominos will fall like a house of cards. Checkmate."
- Zapp
I THOUGHT I'D WRITE IN A 'DEVIOUS THOUGHT;' BECAUSE, I CAN'T PUBLISH MORE THAN ONE JOURNAL AT A TIME. MY FAVOURITE POEM I'VE SUBMITTED OVER MY DEVIANTART ACCOUNT'S EPOCH IS 'THE BEACH' I BELIEVE. TO SAVE ONE FROM HAVING TO OPEN LINK, I'VE DECIDED TO DIRECTLY PUBLISH THE POEM FOR ONE'S VIEWING PLEASURE... OHH, I'LL JUST PUBLISH ALL OF THE POEMS I'VE SUBMITTED!
I STAND ANXIOUSLY ON THE SEA-FRONT SWARMED BY A FLOCK OF ‘PIES,
I CAN FEEL MY BLEAK FINGERS SWELL FROM THE GLACIAL BREEZE,
I PERCIEVE MY BLEEDING FOREFINGER SURGE LUKEWARM CRIMSON RYE.
I SENSE MY PULSATION IN MY CAROTID ARTERY; ITS PRESENCE ALERTS ME,
THOUGH MY INTOLERANCE IS MEEK, I REMAIN IMMOBILIZED AGAINST THE WINTER’S DRAFT,
AS I PERCEIVE A DINGHY’S CARGO BOUND-OUT FOR SEA.
I DIFFERENTIATE THE FLUORESCENT SUN ADJACENT TO THE DISMAL BILLOWS,
ITS VIVID LUMINESCENCE CAUSES ME TO MOMENTARILY SQUINT,
AS I RECLINE AGAINST A TEDIOUS WILLOW.
I SCRUTINIZE THE BLUE SKY AND ITS GAPING MOUTH,
THE FLOCK OF ‘PIES DISPERSE INTO THE PROSPECT OF THE HORIZON,
THEIR OBJECTIVE IS TO PROLONG IN FLYING SOUTH.
I SMELL THE LOOMING FLORA IN CLOSE PROXIMITY,
THE POLLEN TICKLES MY RECEPTIVE NOSE,
MY ENGORGED, BLOODSHOT EYES BEGIN TO LACK CLARITY.
I CAN TASTE THE ACIDITY OF THE BRINE ON MY SUPPLE LIPS,
ITS VINEGARY ZEST BRINGS-ABOUT MY SHRIVELED CHEEKS,
THE TANG SPAWNS MY LIMBS TO CONTRACT AFAR PAST MY HIPS.
I LISTEN JUDICIOUSLY TO THE COHERENCY OF MY SUBCONSCIOUS’ WEEP,
ITS ANNOTATIONS SURPASS MY EAR; AS I LIE WAKEFUL ON THE MEADOW,
I SLOWLY DRIFT INTO A PROFOUND SLEEP.
THE TARNISHED BILLOW HAS A CRIMSON SMUDGE,
I’M FAMILIAR WITH ITS BAFFLING EYE,
THE BLOOD-SHOT SEAM OF AN ENDLESS GRUDGE.
THE JEWS AND CHRISTIANS REJOICE IN THY; “O LORD!”
THE PROPHESIED DAY OF RECKONING WILL HENCE OVERRUN,
FOR NOW; THE LILAC MOON HAS BEGUN TO ECLIPSE THE SUN.
THE MOON IS A WITHERED CRUMB OF PASTEL CHEESE,
AS TWILIGHT ABSCONDS THE HORIZON,
THE THAWED, MURKY SKY SOLIDIFIES INTO A TIMBER COUNTER,
HE WHOM SEIZES BREAD AND BUTTER IS WELCOMED AT TONIGHT’S BANQUET.
I FELT THEM LAST-NIGHT; BEYOND THE CONFINEMENT OF THE DREAM,
I TASTED THEIR JUICE; THEIR FESTERING ENTRAILS.
THE SUBTLE EMBRYO WAS CONCEIVED WHILE I SLUMBERED,
MY PARCHED SALIVA IS OVERFLOWING WITH THEIR OFFSPRING.
THEY RESURRECT AMIDST MY SWOLLEN NIGHTMARES,
DWELLING DEVIOUSLY IN MY ANGST.
FOR NOW; THOSE BENEATH; SPAWN NEW HORROR,
THE EXPOSURE OF WEAKNESS IS A BROKEN DELUSION.
SEVER MY FACE; GRATE THE SHADOW FROM MY CONSCIENCE,
INHALE… THE ODOUR OF URINE AND FAECES IS ALOFT TONIGHT.
I THOUGHT I'D DIRECTLY PUBLISH 'THE FURBY MASSACRE' (THE PROSE I'VE SUBMITTED) FOR ONE'S VIEWING PLEASURE
ENJOY!
WE DROVE INTO OUR STREET. OUR HOUSE WAS DIFFERENT FROM THE OTHERS; BECAUSE, IT WAS THE ONLY ONE WITH PINK FLOORBOARDS; WHICH IRONICALLY, WERE ONCE NAILED TO THE ‘NORMAL’ WOODEN WALLS. DAD SAYS IT’S CHEAPER AND LOOKS MORE… WELL, LET’S JUST SAY ‘INSPIRATIONAL.’
WHEN I GOT INSIDE, I SCAMPERED TO MY BEDROOM. I PLACED MY SODIUM CARBONATE SOLUTION; WHICH I CREATED PRIOR DURING CHEMISTRY, ON A HIGH TALLBOY; THIS WAY, MY YOUNGER BROTHER WOULDN’T BE EXPOSED TO THE DILUTED SOLUTION DIRECTLY.
AFTER I UNPACKED MY SCHOOLBAG, I GOT MY GREEN FURBY FROM MY STRONGBOX. I NAMED MY GREEN FURBY; ‘FANG’ AFTER OUR LATE SEA CUCUMBER THAT RECENTLY PASSED-AWAY FROM ASPHYXIATION. I USED TO HAVE A PURPLE FURBY ALSO; HOWEVER, WHILST TRYING TO DO A CORKSCREW ON MY YOUNGER BROTHER’S PLASTIC TRICYCLE, MY FIVE-HUNDRED POUND FATHER FLATTENED IT WHEREAS HAVING A HALLUCINATION HE WAS AUDITIONING FOR THE COUNTY EQUESTRIAN SQUADRON.
“GENEVIEVE, YOUR TEA’S READY!” MOTHER HOLLERED, “I’LL BE RIGHT THERE, MOTHER!” I ANSWERED. I SAT DOWN AT THE DINING TABLE; WHICH WAS A PIECE OF ASBESTOS, “HELLO FATHER, HOW WAS YOUR DAY?” I INQUIRED, “OH… BEWDY DARL; GUESS WHAT YOUR OLD MAN WON TODAY? NOTHIN’ HEHEHE… GET’S YA’ EVERY TIME!” I POURED MYSELF A GLASS OF PRUNE JUICE, “MOTHER, WHAT’S FOR DINNER TONIGHT?” I QUERIED, “I THOUGHT WE COULD HAVE OFFAL AND MARZIPAN SANDWICHES,” MOTHER REPLIED, “MY TREAT!”
WHEN I RETURNED TO MY ROOM I NOTICED MY CHEMISTRY EXPERIMENT WASN’T SITUATED WHERE I LEFT IT, INSTEAD IT HAD SEEPED ON MY FURBY. I NOTICED THAT MY FURBY WASN’T GREEN TO ANY FURTHER EXTENT; INSTEAD IT’D CHANGED TO A FLUORESCENT TINGE OF ORANGE WITH PURPLE POLKA-DOTS ENCASING ITS FUZZY BODY. BEWILDERED, I HALF-HEARTEDLY STARED AT WHAT APPEARED TO BE A ‘POSSESSED’ FURBY AND IT STARED STRAIGHT BACK.
BEADS OF SWEAT WERE SOPPING MY BROW; I WAS PETRIFIED. I FINALLY FOUND THE AUDACITY TO BEND DOWN, “WOULD YOU LIKE AN OFFAL AND MARZIPAN SANDWICH?” I POSED, “IS THE BREAD HELGA’S?” IT SOLICITED, “NATURALLY,” I RETORTED, “OH YIPPEE! GIMME GIMME!” IT BELLOWED. WHILST I WAS MAKING THE SANDWICH I HEARD AN IRATE SOUND, ‘AGHHH…HAHAHA!’ I DROPPED THE SANDWICH AND BOLTED TO MY BEDROOM. WHEN I PEERED INSIDE I NOTICED THE FURBY WASN’T EVIDENT; THEN UNPREDICTABLY, IT SCURRIED OUT FROM UNDER MY BED HAULING A SCEPTRE. ITS BRIGHT, BURGUNDY EYES CAUSED ME TO MOMENTARILY SQUINT WHILST IT SCUTTLED AWAY; I COULDN’T ALLOW IT TO ESCAPE. I WAS IGNORANT TO NOT HAVE REALISED IT WAS PERCHED ABOVE THE LIVING-ROOM PASSAGE, ‘CLONK!’ THE FURBY RELEASED A FIFTEEN-POUND ASHTRAY ON MY HEAD; I LOST CONSCIOUSNESS.
I AWOKE SEVERAL MINUTES LATER; WATER FLOODED MY FACE, “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?” I PESTERED, “YOU WEREN’T RESPONDING TO ME… IT’S ONLY ONE JUG OF WATER GENEVIEVE; ARE YOU ALRIGHT?” MOTHER QUESTIONED, “I-I THINK SO,” I HESITANTLY ANSWERED, “YOU’VE GOT QUITE A NASTY KNOCK ON YOUR SCONE; WHAT HAPPENED?” MOTHER ASKED, “YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE-E ME,” I ANSWERED, “WELL, YOU MAY HAVE A CONCUSSION; I’M CALLING THE DOCTOR,” MOTHER REPLIED.
WHILST MOTHER WAS CONTACTING THE DOCTOR ON THE PHONE, I TUNED THE TELEVISION TO THE MIDDAY NEWS, “THIS JUST IN! A DEMONIC FURBY HAS CHAOTICALLY DESTROYED MANY DEPARTMENT STORES THIS-AFTERNOON; THE DEMONIC FURBY’S CHANT, ‘MUST DESTROY ALL FURBIES!’ LEAVES LITTLE DOUBT THAT ITS PRIMARY TARGET IS HUMANS. WHILST CONDUCTING THIS REPORT, THE FURBY’S RAMPAGE HAS REMAINED CONSISTENT. WE SOLEMNLY ADVISE ALL TO RELINQUISH ALL RATIONAL THOUGHT AND PANIC – HAVE A NICE DAY!” “I HAVE TO STOP IT!” I BELLOWED, “I DIDN’T WANT IT TO COME TO THIS,” I CONTINUED, “I WISH I NEVER BROUGHT THAT CHEMISTRY EXPERIMENT HOME; AFTER ALL, IT MAY’VE SEEPED ON MY YOUNGER BROTHER!”
I STROLLED INTO MY PARENT’S ROOM; SELF-ASSURED, I GOT MY FATHER’S TRUSTY BOOMSTICK THEN SAUNTERED OUT THE DOOR.
IF YOU HAVE ANY REQEUSTS REGARDING A WALLPAPER, PROSE AND/OR POETRY; FEEL FREE TO COMMENT. IF YOU WOULD LIKE ME TO CREATE A CERTAIN WALLPAPER, PROSE AND/OR POETRY FOR YOU; YOU MAY ENQUIRE (ASSUMING IT'S WITHIN THE VICINITY OF MY CAPABILITIES). I SPECIALISE MOREOVER IN WRITING POETRY NEVERTHELESS.
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