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On the day they took Ishmael away it rained. Sickly, sharp drops with little to recommend them in the sullen dusk. He had that smile on his face, the one that said sad, and those tired speaking eyes, but really he said nothing at all.
Now maybe I'm just rambling, I mean this is sentiment not reality, because a dead man's face holds no sentiment. On the day they took Ishmael away it was a dead man's face that lolled in their arms with a soldiers grin. When you die your muscles relax so your mouth gapes and you piss yourself. Ishmael told me that. He was not sentimental, but it looked like he was smiling and they don't shut their eyes so he had that hard stare. He was gawky and cartoonish in their arms, and the pale not-quite-night lit up his frame like it used to at home when we were children. And really I couldn't see his face at all because it was silhouetted black on black, but I could feel it anyhow and I knew it was him. I know his profile solid against flickering firelight, I know
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He is a stranger on the island and rumours abound.
He is a stranger so there is some expectation of eccentricity; some secret licentiousness, some hidden story or strange habit. But nothing too shocking, because one is rarely shocked by strangers. He is seen at the market in the day, wondering pale lost lamb in garish shirts and khaki shorts, with a camera at his chest and hemp bracelets at his wrists. He is American. Nights he drinks at the bar, but only briefly because despite the heavy dark and warm, ticklish air, the fishermen will not invite him to sit. He would acquiesce but he is also happy enough alone, and they are happy enough to grant his solitude. Many days he shuts himself away in his hillside house and writes or paints, or organises trade, or sleeps, or cuckolds the husbands or sometimes (horror of horrors) the wives, or lies sickening in the dark like a ghost or a ghoul, depending on who you ask. The house itself is a shambling affair. It is rent. The rush mats are chang
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The Adventures of Tom3-S(tm), On Returning Home.
Then, when Tom3-S™ had had all the adventures the world could offer, he decided to come home as promised.
His Father who, oh so many years ago, had charged him until he was bright eyed and ready to fly the nest, was sure to greet him with the same munificent joy that always accompanied the happy inventor at work. They had so much to discuss, so many photos to paw over, tapes to play, memories to download, that the now worldly Tom3-S™ was quite overly excited as he rolled off the escalator at the local train station. And oh! So much had changed! He remembered how proud Father had been when he downloaded his first data, rolled his first meters, said his first words. How patient Father had been when he had cried all night, when instead of turning down the volume, he had sat with him tinkering until all was better. How accepting he had been when he brought the beautiful 3lle.1s home to meet the inventor for the first time. And how Tom3-S™ worried that his father would not
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Silly Love Songs
Some will sorrow all their lives;
Slave labours never free
Every action that you take
May caution them but not me.
So I set myself at the periscope
And look out at the sea,
Well there’s plenty more fish where you came from dear,
(Though not one of them could tempt me)
Maybe I should buy a piano
And Learn to write you songs,
Use metaphors that make no sense
In the hope to right my wrongs.
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March 11th, 2011
Today I watched the world end. (Someone’s world.)
The ground shook and rolled beneath
Some toddler’s tantrum
Throwing toy cars across
The muddied flats.
Some screaming child
Pitching his plate at the wall;
Smash! The slosh of water,
Washing away.
So serene in his destruction,
Unknowing and uncaring,
With the floating face down
On a sea of sudden decay.
“There is no god” the TVs blazed
From every bay window
And the echoing blare of the nine o’clock news
As the signals danced round an apathetic globe
And we laughed at the curtain call
For a million ugly lives.
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Bonjourno amici !

A curmudgeonly grunt of acceptance and a quick aversion of the eyes as is the habit of us washed out city side vermin. I wish you a bloody awful day and predict rain in the near distant future, (you see if it won't, blooming typical)
My exams having now ended I am faced with a full year before I can go to University, which I need to fill. So I may delete/store this account and set up a semi professional one on a commission basis & link it up to etsy. It will take me a little while as I need to clean up this account & relegate all of the old work to the graveyard of my early adolescence.
The new account is XSarfas on DeviantArt -------> :iconxsarfas:
  • Listening to: Einaudi
  • Reading: Tinker Tailor Soldier Spy
  • Watching: The Rocky Horror Picture Show
  • Playing: Guitar


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Caen-N Featured By Owner May 30, 2013
hey Xanthi :) thanks for faving my work
The-Tabby-Tiger Featured By Owner Jun 1, 2013  Student General Artist
no problem :)
StillNefertiti Featured By Owner Apr 4, 2013   Traditional Artist
Thank you for the fave! :blowkiss:
The-Tabby-Tiger Featured By Owner Apr 12, 2013  Student General Artist
no problem, stunning gallery by the way, I love your watercolour and ink peices
trauer99 Featured By Owner Feb 25, 2013
Thank you so much for the fav! :glomp:
The-Tabby-Tiger Featured By Owner Feb 26, 2013  Student General Artist
no problem, it was a stunning drawing.
Puck-Sexton Featured By Owner Feb 22, 2013   General Artist
Ta for the fave! :D
ArtByCher Featured By Owner Jan 22, 2013   Traditional Artist
Thank you for the fav :)
Polish-Princess Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2012  Hobbyist Writer
Thank you for the favorite :heart:
The-Tabby-Tiger Featured By Owner Nov 15, 2012  Student General Artist
no problem
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