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Who do you write for?
I write for me.

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]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/7505173/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/7505173/ Wed, 04 Jan 2006 04:29:27 PST
It's my birthday today. Hold the applause. I turn 29. I've all but forgot my side lives and hobbies (Thank you Jobby Bunny )...

But... this makes my day. =stoofovski made me a special birthday card (You have to click on it to see).

I think I need to start coming back to DA. It's been some time and gosh I've been slacking ><.


That's what I'll do for this year... get back to my roots....

So Here I am! Welcome back! I'm back in the saddle. (more to come).

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me: =Santavez ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6331311/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6331311/ Fri, 26 Aug 2005 06:02:46 PDT

Bless the elderly....

This letter was sent to the principal's office after an elementary
school had sponsored a luncheon for the elderly. An old lady had
received a new radio at the lunch as a door prize, and was writing to
say thank you. This story is a credit to all human kind. Forward to anyone
you know who might need a lift today!

Dear Faculty and Students:

God bless you for the beautiful radio I won at your
recent senior citizens' luncheon. I am 84 years old and live at an
Assisted Home for the Aged. All of my family has passed away. I am all
alone now and it's nice to know someone is thinking of me. God bless you
for your kindness to an old forgotten lady.
My roommate is 95 and always had her own radio. Before I received
this one, she would never let me listen to hers, even when she was
napping. The other day, her radio fell off the night stand and broke
into a lot of little pieces. It was awful and she was in tears. She
asked if she could listen to mine, and I said fuck you. Thank you for
that opportunity.

Sincerely,

Agnes

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me: =Santavez ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6191319/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6191319/ Wed, 10 Aug 2005 19:22:30 PDT
I was just throwing this out of my head as a response to Cherry Red

It's not.... really what one would expect but it seemed to epitomize the notion of male insensitivity. Even the topic is tentative.
Well... Whatever. Here it is without edit or review. Just tell me what you think. Honestly.
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Losing the Fight

"What hurts more than losing you;
is knowing that you're not fighting to keep me"

Rang through my ears as I walked out the door.
My last image of her; sprawled on the floor

What she didn't understand
impulsively; didn't translate well from my hand

Two things in my head
1. Inside; I'm already dead

2. I've been a dick
Seeking salvation within a limerick

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me: =Santavez ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6125251/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6125251/ Wed, 03 Aug 2005 18:14:31 PDT Jark got Jerked and we're left with the stain...

So I come back to find that dA's yellow alien has been removed from his creation... Unfortunately this happens way to often and then things go down hill. Many of you know by now the story of Horizons and the removal of the creator, David Allan, yet I digress.

I don't know °jark personally, however, I do know that he was the heart and drive behind the creation of deviantART. As a person who has been deeply involved in running online communities, such as AbleNET IRC Network, for 10 years; I know that a community can not grow without its heart and can not thrive without its soul.

Does this mean dA will die? No; it most certainly will not... but there is a voice calling out in the wilderness and I can say with certainty that dA will be lost indefinitely until someone else fills that void. It is apparent that °jark provided a Balance in the Force

All things being what they are, I wish Jarkoff the best and hope that dA realizes that they lost not just a limb but ripped out their heart and caused internal bleeding.

I will leave the the righteously understandable rants and Perceptions of Truth to others.

I really hope this gets worked out in the best interest of truth and that the politics of the situation get resolved. If °jark is 100% in the light of truth then may the truth be his salvation.

Good Luck °jark... and to the rest of us... break out the soda water and vinegar... the stain is quite large.

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me: =Santavez ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6098356/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/6098356/ Mon, 01 Aug 2005 07:48:34 PDT
Am I the only one that thinks Sean William Scott looks like a muppet?
[link]

The cover of Men's Health that appeared in my mailbox was even worse!

And for those of you who love him:

[link]

Flame me now or forever hold your piece.. (Yes... I mean piece).

The Gospel of Me. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/5452072/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/5452072/ Tue, 24 May 2005 20:32:40 PDT
I wonder why I can't write anything...

Maybe it's because I'm happy and there's nothing wrong.

Maybe it's because life is looking up.

Maybe it is because all the things I want to say; I have someone to say them to.


Maybe, Maybe.

Maybe not. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/5071255/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/5071255/ Tue, 12 Apr 2005 16:35:02 PDT Strange...

is how I would classify it. I've not been here in some time and I've not been active even longer, however, at the behest of my best friend and human handgun *stoofovski I have returned...

What that means.... I haven't a clue. Am I ready to tackle the world? Finish writing the 37 thousand pieces I started and never continued? Seek harmony in a different direction? God only knows..

I do have some photography I've been sorting through here and there between the recently frequent (yet progressive) career shifts, so perhaps I'll share those.

The only thing that disturbs me is that I started this page with the idea of displaying some of my writing (as if that is validation and makes it worthwhile) and I feel as if I've perhaps mucked it up by adding visual "art", which you can tell on some things is definitely not my forte

So, enough rambling, the jist of it is...

"Here I am"

Today's episode has been sponsored by the letter F! ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/4198649/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/4198649/ Fri, 31 Dec 2004 02:08:24 PST

In the end I guess a harlot by any other name would smell just as stank. What exactly does one call a male harlot by the way? If you know.. Let me know. Then we can both know.


Anyway, Happy New Year. Drink one for me and if you see a modern day Messalina; stay away from her. She'll get you killed or give you a disease and diseases are bad! If I don't like you.... have fun with Messalina! ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3754975/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3754975/ Thu, 04 Nov 2004 18:19:00 PST ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3678252/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3678252/ Tue, 26 Oct 2004 10:44:08 PDT
She's a maniac... maniac... on the floor... *boop boop* tainted love... ooh oooh oooh.. just to be the man to be with you...


And remember... we built this city on rock and roll...

Of course some of you that might read this were merely seedlings in those ancient times barely avoiding becoming one with the shag carpeting or the back seat of the monte carlo....

good times... good times...

If anyone catches an 80's lyric in anything I write, please be sure to belittle me publically or something. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3624820/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3624820/ Tue, 19 Oct 2004 06:36:48 PDT
"WHY GOD??? WHY????"

What ever will we do without Britney Spears???

My life is forever changed due to the impending lack of Britney Exposure... but somehow, some way my heart will go on!

Oh yeah... people are like starving and dying around the world and stuff... and now they too have to deal with the pain of having less of Britney Spears in their lives. I don't know what this world is coming to... ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3556878/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3556878/ Sun, 10 Oct 2004 11:57:56 PDT
Sure they know the terms and they know what they mean and they may even recognize it in application but it seems that so many of them have no sense of poetic soul. They don't understand rythm unless it fits into some cookie cutter self held belief of what Rythm is supposed to be.

I believe this is because they seemingly read everything the exact same way. They write, everything, the exact same way! Sure, it may have technical differences and diverse but the soul is exactly the same. But they lack the two most important concepts to memorable poetry. Rythm and Soul. Without those, poetry can not exist.

Sure, it is possible to write good technical poetry but the question is what? Is this poem memorable? It is humorous the way Neo-Artistic Savants rave over the uninspired conundrums that many of them spew forth. So many people write to escape the cliques, while others write to be part of one.

So many people are quick to cast judgement and see the world through their own self absorbed set of eyes and criticize... Yet... They can not take criticism unto themselves, even when sugar coated and sweetened because they have their own set of notions regarding perfection or lack there of. If you are not in that clique you obviously can not know... Obviously.

I readily admit that when I read something I am willing to offer up an opinion regarding structure and rythm, which to some may cause them to consider me hypocritical to write this... except for one reason. I understand the rythm, soul and satisfication that lies within writing. I understand the ebb and flow of emotion vs. observation.

It's EASY to say; "this piece lacks assonance" or "the enjambment of this piece is lacking" and to try and stick one or two definitions on someone's soul and imagination and thusly missing the entire point. Funny thing is that people want to label everything!! It is human nature.

Even in poetry where a piece is markedly "free verse" and free form people still want to place labels and restrictions. This is counter-intuitive to the poetic soul.
Maya Angelou said; "I know why the caged bird sings" and maybe there in lies the secret. The difference between being caged by circumstance and caging yourself by constriction.

To write is to be free, yet all I see are self imposed prisons all around me. Prisoners of their own volition swaddled in chains of misunderstanding. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3333188/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3333188/ Fri, 10 Sep 2004 15:39:05 PDT
DMV.... Noone likes them... But I have to drive right? [At least I can drive]

Changes in self... I have to schedule some surgery... [At least I'm alive... I think]

20 more-ish days of having a house guest... [At least they'll leave eventually.. I hope]

There's only one change I like and well... that's more of a development than a change, which I am glad and thankful for [It's good to have a great friend].

In the span of less than a week my life has been altered at least 10 different times, go fig.

I don't really write about myself in here, but you know.... I just wanted to whine to a bunch of people I don't know for once.

]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3294951/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3294951/ Sun, 05 Sep 2004 18:41:01 PDT Comic Featured:

TheHell.Ru has been featured on the Eastern European web magazine WebEsteem

The TheHell.Ru was approached us and asked to feature us on their site to which we agreed and even even organized a strip for them that can not yet be seen on TheHell.Ru.

Be sure to check it out. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3114297/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3114297/ Fri, 13 Aug 2004 07:54:14 PDT
I need to go through the many many many MANY 'works in progress' I have and start finishing them and publish them.

Anyway, that's that. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3051964/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3051964/ Thu, 05 Aug 2004 18:38:10 PDT
I will do it. I promise. I just ask that you accept them late. I am struggling through work this week with what appears to be an ear infection. This basically means that my ability to pay attention and to formulate the thoughts I feel you deserve are severely hampered...

As soon as my ear feels better, you have my word; I will read and critique all of you appropriately with the attention that you all deserve.

To those of you that I have not made promises to, but have grown accustomed to me reading... I will get to the few of you as well. I just hope that you all don't have fits of inspiration as I sleep or something. My reading is a tad backlogged.

Good Luck!
~A ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3037082/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/3037082/ Tue, 03 Aug 2004 20:05:52 PDT
"The good reader is one who has imagination, memory, a dictionary, and some artistic sense - which sense I propose to develop in myself and in others whenever I have the chance."


When I read this, I could immediately identify with it!!

If you'd like to read more on Nabokov, here is a pretty easy place to start. [link] His life is VERY interesting.

I think it is always good to have at least a conversational understanding of as many topics as possible. Consider this another to add to your repetoire . ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2972979/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2972979/ Mon, 26 Jul 2004 14:29:00 PDT
Someone told me today that they don't really bother with work outside that which they profess to work with because it is seemingly impossible to understand that which you are unable to do. I do not paint, so I am unable to give thought on a painting type of logic. Which makes me wonder why we bother with things like art galleries, books and museums. What about the average person that does not like to 'create' but they admire and compliment and critique.

Is it cliquish to think that one should not deviate from their circle? Is it elitist to think that someone from the outside could have no understanding? Or is this natural and right?

I contend that art does not HAVE borders and that it is meant to be enjoyed and experienced by anyone that shows an interest. That it is meant for ALL people. Am I wrong in this? Are writers unable to fully experience painting? Painters unable to experience writers? What about those that crossed boundaries such as Da Vinci?

I had hoped for more from that person. Is this the way it should be? Or just the way it is? Just wondering. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2897014/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2897014/ Fri, 16 Jul 2004 13:03:09 PDT
Companies do it, schools do it, magazines do it, websites do it.

Some of them are fringe so they really don't piturb me. For example, Readers Digest which is produced and published in my home state of New York and shipped to cat ladies and old people around America! They'll buy your quips and limricks and jokes and various other assorted writings to use in their magazine. I'm cool with that.

Also fringe, yet a little more disturbing (unless there are scholarships involved). Universities (often in conjunction with big business) use grad students to research new technology and if they find anything often times it is the property of the said University and company. But EVEN this is somewhat ok with me because A) You're getting an educational stipend, the opportunity to work with cutting edge technology and the chance to make a name for yourself; thusly setting yourself up for the rest of your life!

SO WHERE IS THE PROBLEM?? Ok.. This is the problem. Websites that have "writing" contests and in exchange for them 'publishing' your work offer you the chance to buy the published book at a discount.

How awesome is that??

'Thank you for letting us publish your poem! You are a winner! In exchange for your creativity/submission we are offering you the chance to purchase this book at a 5% discount! Wouldn't it be amazing to see your name in print alongside 5000000 of your fellow writers? But act fast! This is a limited edition and only 5000000 copies will be published!!

But WAIT!!! You are also being honored, based on your one poem, with a life time achievement award!! For $49.95 you will be sent your own silver plaque by mail 3rd Class!!! *Please include an additional $29.95 for First Class Postage*

You are truly a gifted writer! Thank you for sharing your art with us and allowing us to line our pockets wih your money in tribute! You are truly, an inspiration!'

(Please note the dripping sarcasm!)

This is done on so many levels! Meager prizes valued at the price of a pizza in exchange for the commercial rights to your work. The best part is this!! Say your work is 'borrowed' from... This is called an "Adaptation", then you lose your primary byline as the author and relegated to a footnote in the overall process!

"AMAZING STORY!!! by: Me

as adapted from an ok story by: you

In the end, someone else profits from your effort and/or endeavors! While you're enjoying your free six month subscription 'SQ: Quarterly Magazine for Suckers!", someone else is laughing their ass (choose one):

a) all the way to the bank

b) to critical recognition

c)to the V.I.P room with your sister

Don't FALL for it!!! In some form these are scam-like situations in which someone seeks a style and/or point of view distinctly different from their own to build on and profit from! A fair and true contest is designed to generate publicity which in turn generates recogntion and in many cases profit. If a group is using YOUR work to represent as their own that means you have been a victim of thievery! You Have been Fooled! You have been tricked and bamboozled! This is trickery of the highest degree!! You have fallen victim to the 'Novelty Prize'.

"Thanks for playing! You have won a week's worth of free all pork bi-product sausages!"

Before you enter any contest offering 'fabulous prizes', read the fine print! If anyone represents themselves as throwing a contest be sure that the prize is commensurate with your effort and what you are giving up!! if your efforts are only worth 5-15 dollars so be it. If the idea of someone using your work is worth what you'd recieve then please by all means trae your work away for shiny things and pretty beads. But if you value your work never trade in your voice toward its growth and development without being fully aware of the fate that lies ahead.

I'd like to buy your horse... I'm a little short on glue

In the end it is important to remember that there are people out there that will happily take advantage of you with a smile on their face and a promise in their pocket. There is always someone... ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2749931/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2749931/ Sun, 27 Jun 2004 19:09:00 PDT
I've lost my voice.

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420???

* is a Wise Ass
* is Male
* is a deviant since Feb 3, 2004, 2:15 PM
* has 420 pageviews
* is located in United States
* is online
* is currently Alienated ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2698091/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2698091/ Sat, 19 Jun 2004 15:02:35 PDT
She sees herself in the mirror through shattered lenses and
I am but a distorted spectacle in the background.
No more consequential than the once bound diaries;
pages now torn and strewn all over the floor
or the once forgotten teddy bear
no longer a source of comfort and reassurance;
decapitated, bleeding white fluff...
It's all fluff. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2692631/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2692631/ Fri, 18 Jun 2004 19:31:08 PDT * is Male
* is a deviant since Feb 3, 2004, 11:15 AM
* has 365 pageviews
* is located in United States
* last visited 2h 48m 42s ago
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I just found it humorous in my own way....

24/7/365 ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2669541/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2669541/ Tue, 15 Jun 2004 20:08:48 PDT I've revised it a little.
I'm hitting road blocks on this but I am not ready to give it up.
I capitalized every line to show the gravity of the situation but I am not sure if I like that either.
You can find the original here : [link]
Suggestions welcome and invited.
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Rev. 6/15/04

From 'Great Orators'
To 'Neo Dictators'
History's women have played;
Been preyed

Yet -

It’s not about
Head jobs
Hand jobs
Or blow jobs

It’s about
Dead end jobs
Low [paying] jobs
And no jobs

The almighty dollar

In God we trust
Because we must
The left
The right
This great big fraternity
For eternity, we are
Caught in the middle

So -

To get to the top
Some fuck
And some suck

While -

Others suck
And they fuck
Single mothers; down on their luck

All to make a buck

What a shame...
It all comes back to
Head jobs
Hand jobs
And blow jobs ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2596515/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2596515/ Sun, 06 Jun 2004 12:12:31 PDT I'll work on it later
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8/99

Great Orators?
Or Neo Dictators?

It’s not about
Head jobs
Hand jobs
Or blow jobs

It’s about
Dead end jobs
Low [paying] jobs
And no jobs

The almighty dollar
In God we trust
Because we must
The left
The right
This great big fraternity
For eternity
We are caught in the middle

To get to the top
Some fuck
And some suck

Others suck
And they fuck
To make their baby’s hunger stop

All to make a buck

What a shame
It all comes back to
Head jobs
Hand jobs
And blow jobs ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2591847/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2591847/ Sat, 05 Jun 2004 19:13:24 PDT ---------------------------------------- -----------------------
I brea-the
Your air fills my soul

To-night will be
Our "something wonderful"

Your eyes can
Devour me - whole

Your love
Devours me - whole ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2589633/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2589633/ Sat, 05 Jun 2004 14:22:17 PDT PoeticWar for some of the feedback on the last revision, catching "villainity". Shame on me for accidentally coining new words . I've decided to go with vility as a result (albeit it, possibly temporary). Any freakin how...
Here's how it looks as of now, I will probably do one more revision before I drop it. I need a title still!!:
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An afterthought upon an emotionally languid afternoon
Recollections, of how she swooned.

Rekindled reconnections
To her he speaks
No anger or vility
In him she finds serenity

Pillow talk --
Sullied sheets
rumpled slacks and
wrinkled pleats

Artful banter,
an easy intellectual canter,
borrows self assurance;
Soothing psychological consternations

Need to want --
Want to need
Ersatz amour
on which to feed.

Drink from the flask,
their validation
Tarried use; begets hesitation
Drift away, Drift away

Eschewing extenuation
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Last line should be centered ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2583055/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2583055/ Fri, 04 Jun 2004 15:28:33 PDT
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An afterthought -- upon an emotionally languid afternoon,
recollections -- of how she swooned.

Rekindled reconnections
To her he speaks
No Anger or villainity;
In him she finds serenity

Pillow talk --
Sullied sheets
rumpled slacks --
wrinkled pleats

Artful banter
An easy intellectual canter
Borrows self assurance
Soothing psychological consternations

Need to want --
Want to need
Ersatz amour --
on which to feed.

Drink from the flask,
their validation
Tarried use; begets hesitation
Drift away, Run away

Eschewing extenuation
---------------------------------------- - ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2578180/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2578180/ Thu, 03 Jun 2004 22:09:27 PDT [link] has been released. To those that have poked me and poked me about it that means you can go read now!! It is the latest installment of the "Going to Hell" story arch.

While you are there please do me a favor and vote if you like it --> [link] . It will do us a world of good to increase our comic rating!

We will be putting some individual frames up this weekend as people always seem to have fun with those and enjoy them... what else what else....

Oh Yes! I have a few avatars of the characters in TheHell.Ru universe. If you would like to see them just mention it in your comment we will try to post them all in one place for people to see.

Until then... Thanks!! And Please vote!! [link]



~A

P.S. To those of you that asked me to look at your gallery, I will get to it this weekend. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2528019/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2528019/ Fri, 28 May 2004 10:29:29 PDT ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2505136/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2505136/ Tue, 25 May 2004 11:26:27 PDT
This came to mind:

"cue cumbersome entrance - a smile in the arrival" ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2504487/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2504487/ Tue, 25 May 2004 09:38:30 PDT
SOMEBODY GET MULDER AND SCULLY DOWN HERE TO INVESTIGATE!!!

This has been going on for about a 2 weeks now and we've got millions of them!! MILLIONS!!!

They've invaded my personal space! They hang out on my balcony so now I CAN'T USE IT.... Science says they only make noise during the day and fly around during the day ... BOY ARE THOSE SCIENTISTS FUCKING WRONG!!!!!

I have this tree just outside my balcony... I used to see Blue Jays, Orioles, Robins and Squirrels chillin' out in the tree and on my balcony... I think the cicadas ate them because I haven't seen them over a week!! All I see are damm cicadas fluttering from leaf to leaf and branch to fucking branch!!

And check this out... this is their lifestyle... they are harmless to everything but your Sanity!!

They basically sleep for 17 years, wake up and say "Hello world! I'm hungry and horny and only have six weeks to live!" so they flitter around trying to jump on your clothes at night (they don't bite) eating some foliage and screw for the next six weeks and then they fucking die!!!!! (I wonder if I'd go to jail or get a medal if I set that tree on fire...)

There was one on the screen door to my balcony and I tried to scare it off... I shook the screen, sprayed it with febreeze and it didn't care.. it shrugged off the chemicals and continued to chill... I think it even flipped me off... That fucker... so anyway I flicked it from myside of the screen and it went sailing about 5 feet (I was feeling very proud as it started to plunge to it's death over the balcony railing) when suddenly it does this mid air flip, spreads it's wings and decides to take off for the damn tree... that agile fucker...

Oh and you should see the cicada splats on people's windshield.. These bugs are like 1.5-2 inches long... They leave a healthy trail when hitting your windshield... and OH DON'T USE THE WIPERS!! THEY SMEAR!!!!

(I wonder if farmers like cicadas.. they aren't harmful like locusts and they air out the soil and add mercury when they die.... meh... who cares! I hate them!)

Oh hehe and where I live... this is grand... alot of homes have been built within the last 20 years so all these people have cicadas sprouting up outside their front lawns and swarming in front of their houses!! HAHA!!!!

Death to ALL Cicada Invaders!!

I should really move back to New York...

Damn cicadas... ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2469388/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2469388/ Thu, 20 May 2004 11:53:45 PDT
Knelt before the phallic altar
musky smell of incense
raises religious fervor
amongst sexual senses
lips baptised and drinking
from the wine of the offering ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2458182/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2458182/ Tue, 18 May 2004 19:02:27 PDT
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You came to me
For me
with me

Saying -

Abhor me
Whore me
Adore me

And -

I want to feel you
in all your glory
[w]hole

So -

Call to god
Scream my name
Upon your skin
Feel the rain

Bringing -

Shivering Satisfaction
Comfortable Conversation
Post-coital postulation
Soulful Salvation ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2456555/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2456555/ Tue, 18 May 2004 15:24:53 PDT


I tried to call God
but -
I forgot the number

Lost and blind
so -
I follow the sounds of thunder


That's all I got of that crap... bleh ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2430820/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2430820/ Fri, 14 May 2004 21:37:30 PDT recollections of how she swooned.

Rekindled reconnections
To her he speaks
No Anger or villainity
In him she finds serenity

Pillow talk
Sullied sheets

Artful banter
Intellectual repartee
Borrows self assurance
Soothing psychological consternations

Need to want
Want to need
Ersatz amour; on which to feed.

Drink from the flask, their validation
Tarried use; breed hesitation
Drift away, with no excuse
*****************************

still unfinished (and don't think it applies to you!!) will play with it more next week. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2429883/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2429883/ Fri, 14 May 2004 19:05:28 PDT **************************************** ********************

An afterthought upon an emotionally languid afternoon,
recollections of how she swooned.

Rekindled reconnections
To her he speaks
No Anger or villainity
In him she finds serenity

Naughty talks
Dirtied sheets

Artful banter
Intellectual repartee
Borrows self assurance
Soothing psychological consternations

Need to want
Want to need
Ersatz amour; on which to feed.

Drink from the flask, their validation
Tarried use; breed hesitation
Drift away, with no excuse
*****************************

I don't know how to FINISH it... not sure if I should.. ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2422941/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2422941/ Thu, 13 May 2004 17:55:03 PDT a season's memories
cascade to the grass below

Supple flowers long since plucked
long pressed between the sheets
of a young girl's book

Evenings are longer
the moon draws nigh
in the wind, subtle whispers
say their goodbyes

The twighlight drew us
into pairs
There were no debutantes
or worthy heirs

Summer lingers on our lips
These hands remember traces
of your hips

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The leaves have changed
and so have we
What we were
we'll never be


There is no pain
No time for sorrow

I think I'll wait until tomorrow..... ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2393587/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2393587/ Sun, 09 May 2004 16:33:40 PDT , so it was an attempt at helping them.

I leave you with a piece by Pablo Neruda, who is infinitely better than what I could aspire to be:

this
moment
as smooth
as a board,
and fresh,
this hour,
this day
as clean
as untouched glass
--not a single
spider web
from the past:
we touch
the moment
with our finger,
we cut it
to size,
we direct
its blooming.
It's living,
its' alive:
it brings nothing
from yesterday that can't be redeemed,
nothing from the past.
..
You are your own moment,
Hold it up
in your
hand:
it shines
like a star.

-Pablo Neruda,
"Ode to the Present” ]]> ~Santavez http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2378993/ http://Santavez.deviantart.com/journal/2378993/ Fri, 07 May 2004 21:08:13 PDT
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The leaves of a weeping willow,
a season's memories
cascade to the grass below

Supple flowers long since plucked
between the sheets long pressed
in a young girl's book

Evenings are longer
the moon draws nigh
in the wind, subtle whispers
say their goodbyes

The twighlight drew us
into pairs
There were no debutantes
or worthy heirs

Summer lingers on our lips
These hands remember traces
of your hips

The leaves have changed
and so have we
What we were
we'll never be


There is no pain
No time for sorrow

I think I'll wait until tomorrow..... ]]> ~Santavez