A Pleasant SurpriseThis is massively encouraging at a time when my writing has been giving me a good deal of anxiety. Thank you especially to ^lovetodeviate for featuring.
Good day, all!
~Squeak-the-Freak
Mouse of DoomMarlon Brando
Newest
Light InfantryLight InfantryLight Infantry
Tiny strokes, so delicate and feathered as to be almost invisible on the black, evidence of long hours hunched at a work bench. But no time now for massage, for shoulders drooping in relief. The yoke of the paintbrush is heavier than one might suspect. Careful, careful, whispers the tiny pot of turpentine. Don’t fuck this up.
The dimness of the studio is breached by sound, by a chimera in green footy pyjamas. Climbing the ladder of his lap, staring disapprovingly at the canvas with the look the Sphinx gave to Oedipus.
“Daddy,
by ~Squeak-the-Freak
A Dirty SimileAnalyzing ethics is similar to rolling a dalmatian in mud; there may be black and white somewhere underneath -A Dirty Simile
but
all you see and all they talk about in the heat of the moment is the chocolate lab wiping dirt on the carpeted floor.
by ~Squeak-the-Freak
Through A Dim GlassDo The DisconnectThrough A Dim Glass
“I changed my mind. I don’t want to.”
We are in the bedroom. His face is desperate – he grabs my hand. “Please, please. You don’t have to think about it. You can think about anything.” His eyes race wildly around the room. “Think about – fortune cookies. Anything at all. Just please, please. I miss you so much.”
Afterwards, he asks me how it was.
“Good.” I say simply. “I like fortune c
by ~Squeak-the-Freak
In The WarehouseThe Cold, the Dark and the SilenceIn The Warehouse
“The little stores are blackballing us because we’re too corporate, and the big ones are just angry that they didn’t think of it first.” Nicholas gave a short, sharp huff of breath. “It doesn’t help that I don’t really fit the image they’re expecting. You could have named me something else, Dad. Or come to the meetings yourself.”
The man at the bench put down his tiny paintbrush and turned to listen to his son’s complaints slowly, with much shuffling of untended joints and soft furs. &
by ~Squeak-the-Freak
Random Favourites
Advent Children
deviantID
Devious Info
- Current Residence: Canada. Woot.
- Favourite band or musician: Pavement
- Favourite poet or writer: ...You want me to pick one?
- Favourite style of art: Pencil and paper!
- Operating System: A book. But for Mac.
- MP3 player of choice: iPod
- Shell of choice: Koopa Troopa
- Skin of choice: Coffee.
- Favourite game: Psychonauts
- Favourite cartoon character: Zonker Harris
- Personal Quote: Squeak.
- Tools of the Trade: A pencil and a scrap of napkin.
- Website: http://squeakthefreak.livejournal.com
- Email: squeakthefreak@gmail.com
- AIM: juliecatL
- MSN: squeakthefreak@gmail.com
- Yahoo: squeakthefreak89
deviantART Notice
Comments
Site Map
©2009 deviantART. All rights reserved
Where have you disappeared to!?
--
= Taste The Whip, In Love Not Given Lightly.. Taste The Whip, Now Bleed For Me.... =
--
.:]|[-SenshiStock by Sakura-]|[:.
Create Your Own Otaku Senshi!
Change a Life - Help a Deviant!
-Jess
--
my art account *away-with-the-fae
My photography account ~fae-photography
Your stock is clear and gorgeous, I'll let you know if I ref any of it for sure.
[[Yer very pretty too :3 ]]
--
Should we talk about the weather?
Should we talk about the government?
--
Then I will live in my Dreams.
--
- You know your in trouble when you stand on your head and the world is right side up.
I know you haven't posted in a while due to personal reasons, as you said, but I'm going to watch you anyways, because that means I could get lucky. ^^
I look forward to seeing more from you, sometime.
Peace
--
I am plain, dull; the dust upon mundane books
the world collectively yawns over.
Previous Page12345...Next Page