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Hello everybody, and good morning. It is currently 4:46 am and I've been wide awake all night, thank god for friends. I really mean that. You guys are always there as a pick-me-up, and I don't know if you realize the full extent to which I appreciate you all. Suffice it to say, without all of you, I would not have ever made it to where I am, and even more frightening, I would not be who I am today as a person. Let's just leave it at that.

I know most or all of you must think that I sound like I write the same things all the time, but I am merely emphasizing over and over the things that I am grateful for. You should only expect as much from me. I was discussing with a friend tonight how it seems more and more that people care less and less about each other... we cannot allow this to happen. We cannot allow ourselves to become like everyone else in this selfish society, this territorial pissing and feudal warlike social environment of the modern world. Humans are the most self-destructive species on the planet. We smoke. We drink. We drive fast. We invented swords, guns and bombs. I am just constantly left wondering where love for fellow man has gone to. Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on what viewpoint you're going by), we are also the most socially-predisposed species on the planet, meaning we are more likely to become destructive and self-destructive, with that being the most common way of doing things in this sad wreck of a world.

What has been the point of modern technologies, sciences and medicines if not to improve our lives, while simultaneously and nearly single handedly also destroying so many, leaving the poor in the dust and the unfortunate in the graves? What are humans more than animals in their very cores, to kill or be killed (I much rather prefer to love or be loved)? When bad comes to worse and push comes to shove and shove comes to death, really, what more are we to be compared to than the likenesses of vicious hungry bears with claws, concerned with protecting only our forests, caves and cubs? To survive or to be survived? I digress. That is my philosophical topic of this week's blog. Also, if you haven't read this book and you want to read more about this point, check out the book Ishmael by Daniel Quinn, you will be astounded.

I guess the reason I have this on my mind right now is that I'm currently reading 'The Road' by Cormac McCarthy. It is by far one of the most poignant, sharp-edged soul-slicing books I have ever read. Its premise is simple enough - a man and his son, fighting every day for survival in a post-apocalyptic world of ashy sadness and hopelessness. In every forum that I have visited about this book, many readers have stopped reading it -- the book is *that* depressing and exhausting. Well, in the story, the man is the boy's only hope for survival, as they travel along the road to make it to the south, where there is warmth, while evading other survivors, each and all fighting and willing to kill for their own survival. Although the book doesn't explain exactly what occurred in the way of catastrophe, the way I read it, it is some sort of nuclear war perhaps or a major natural disaster such as an asteroid or supervolcano. Such phrases as "eternal ash" and "cold glaucoma dimming away the world" seem to support these. Here is a short excerpt that shows the type of atmosphere and language created in the book:

'They slogged all day down the southfacing slope of the watershed. In the deeper drifts the cart wouldnt push at all and he had to drag it behind him with one hand while he broke trail. Anywhere but in the mountains they might have found something to use for a sled. An old metal sign or a sheet of roofingtin. The wrappings on their feet had soaked through and they were cold and wet all day. He leaned on the cart to get his breath while the boy waited. There was a sharp crack from somewhere on the mountain. Then another. It's just a tree falling, he said. It's okay. The boy was looking at the dead roadside trees. It's okay, the man said. All the trees in the world are going to fall sooner or later. But not on us.
How do you know?
I just know.'

Anyway, I highly recommend this book. Again, it's THE ROAD by Cormac McCarthy. The book is being made into a movie, due out this summer. McCarthy was also the author that wrote No Country for Old Men if you are familiar with that book or film.

My subject line for this blog really has nothing to do with anything, it is a line from the song 'Losing Touch' by The Killers, on their latest album, Day & Age. Am I really losing touch? I think I am. I think more and more I become a little more out of touch with the whole world and everyone else in it, while I continue t... ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22665851/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22665851/ Mon, 19 Jan 2009 03:43:33 PST
Good evening, morning and night to all readers, whatever the time may be that you happened, in good fortune, to stumble across my words written here. In my case, it would be morning, as it is currently 4:09 am as I begin this entry.

I have not written anything worthwhile or given a personal update in quite sometime and have been meaning to do so -- I suppose now is as good a time as any -- since I have nothing else going on. By the way, lately I find there is little better to do in the wee small hours of the morning than write. It seems to be all of what I do recently and believe it or not, my job and my social life are actually starting to take a back seat to my writing again, just as it once was, and just as it should be. *gasp*

I can never sleep these past few weeks. I mean that in almost the most literal of sorts. Case in point, it's past four in the morning right now and I am only just now starting to feel muscle fatigue in my eyelids, but just slightly. I have spoken to a few of you about this already, some of you have expressed concern in my appearance and spirit. I have lost a few pounds, yes, five or so, which I attribute to the insomnia. I have virtually lost my appetite most days and have cut back to one meal or a few small snacks a day. I am at a loss as to what is causing this insomnia. For the past three weeks, I have figured that I have been sleeping an average of four hours a night, if even that. Today I actually achieved 9 1/2 hours, but only because I slept until 4:30 pm. That's right -- I didn't even fall asleep until 7 am. I simply am/was not tired. Even with my Ambien, I don't feel the smallest bit of tranquility. All the Ambien does is fatigue my muscles a bit, but not my brain. I think I'll be out to dreamland by about 5 to 6 am today though, I can definitely feel it coming on now.

I don't think it is being caused by any sort of depression brought on by winter; I have actually been doing very well (not fine, but nearly) in that regard this season. Typically in the wintertime, I get extremely down and depressed -Seasonal Affective Disorder (S-A-D, the most fitting abbreviation ever, if you ask my opinion), but this winter has been easy on me, I am fortunate to say. I guess I have been more careful to focus on the good, happy and positive things in my life, than on the bad, sad and negative. Focusing on the latter will never bring about solutions or closures to any situations or ordeals, with the opposite being said true for the former. I have learned, as many have, but many still must learn, that by merely focusing on positive thoughts and concepts can actually bring about positive effects.

You might recall an entry I wrote about this time last year (for you long time readers) in which I said that I was shifting more of my efforts to becoming a more positive person, to stop searching for things that don't exist in the places that I'm looking, etc. In fact, it was my new years' resolution for 2008 (2009's was 'be a groundbreaking writer'). The results are finally beginning to come back. Yes, to completely remake one's mindset and outlook on life is such a massive maneuver that it has literally taken me about a whole year to start feeling permanent results in my mood shift. My friends, the entire fact of the matter is that, indeed, we ourselves as human beings with intelligent and vastly complex moods and mindsets can have full control over them, willpower withstanding. All mood is a state of mind. Most people tend to have little or no control over their minds, attitudes, emotions and moods. That being said, do you think that one could really achieve true happiness unlimited without a certain amount of forceful willpower over themselves alone, sans pills, chemicals, drugs or alcohol? I am getting there, and I urge you to also. I may come off as thinking myself a saint, but believe me, I do not think that, and I am the furthest type from such a thing.

Simply, I believe that anyone can change something as heavy their lives and mindsets just by changing a few small things every day. They are the weights and scales of emotion. By setting 1,000 small goals and achieving each one, you can reach 1,000 ends, but there is only one conclusion: happy success. Keep your goals resolutely and run to them. Achieve each one and you will win yourself over.

One thing I am not too happy about lately is this winter weather. I am sick of the snow and the cold, but we are already over halfway through January, spring is right around the calendar. By the way, today is George W Bush's last day as president -- ! No more can he lead this country into the ashy pit of war and loveless lawlessness and malevolence. I am happy about this, as you probably might also be. But I am not judging. If you support Bush, more power to you.

This has been, though, one h... ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22406889/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22406889/ Mon, 05 Jan 2009 03:01:45 PST
Special Thanks to all those of you that listened to my recorded poem, A Warning Dear Traveler, on my poetry podcast last week. This week, today and tomorrow, expect several more of my spoken poems to be posted. If you forgot or missed the link, it's [link] - a quick way that you can subscribe to it to be automatically notified when updates are available is to copy and paste the following address into your iTunes under the menu Advanced > Subscribe to Podcast: [link] - if you have Safari or Firefox, you can use that link too. Of course, it doesn't work in IE, because Microsoft is a big douche. If you don't have iTunes, Download it just so you can get my podcast because my work's about to get a lot more awesome.

New photos coming soon as well.

"I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22345089/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22345089/ Fri, 02 Jan 2009 00:23:28 PST
[link]

"I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22301242/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22301242/ Wed, 31 Dec 2008 11:08:23 PST
I've been on a massive movie addiction cycle for about the past year... I think I may be starting to love films more than I love music. Yesterday I went to see The Curious Case of Benjamin Button at the theatre... it is one of the best movies I have ever seen and the most poetic one I have EVER seen. I hope you all have a chance to see it. The premise is that of a man who is born being of about 70-80 years of age and grows younger as he ages, dying of old age as an infant. It goes through his entire life story and shows everything he has seen, known and done. Extremely profound. I am gaining more respect for Brad Pitt as an actor, who plays Benjamin Button. The film is actually better than the book, and a little bit different. It's based off a short story by F Scott Fitzgerald, who also wrote The Great Gatsby.

In other movies, I recently purchased Transsiberian (one of the greatest films of 2008), Chinatown, an old classic, and Burn After Reading.

I also rented Misery on iTunes, and it has also turned out to be one of my favourites. I'm sure most of you know this one, the Stephen King-based film about a writer who gets in a car accident during a snowstorm in the Rocky Mountains, and is saved/captured by a woman who is his 1 fan. She forces him to rewrite his latest book to her expectations while holding him captive, torturing him. Kathy Bates is indeed a crazy psycho bitch! I knew it all along! haha.

Happy 2009 to everyone. I will be posting my annual review entry of the past year soon enough, sometime in early January. I have to work closing shift tonight, so I won't be doing anything for New Years, but I don't care. I'm really a hermit more and more every day. My new year's resolution is to become an even greater person. The reason that we as humans can not and will never achieve perfection is simple: we can always improve. That's the beauty of the universe - it's so vastly infinite and unimaginable that it allows us more room than we will ever be able to use to become part of it. Our entire lives are spent becoming more than we were the day, the week, month and year before. How will we be remembered, what will our legacy be? We can compete with history, we may be temporary but our thoughts and dreams are infinite.

More specifically, the way I plan to improve myself is with my writing, my creativity and my work. You may have known that I've been on a writer's block/hiatus for about 3-4 years now. I hated it while it lasted but I have learned so much during it, and I am now coming to fully realize its purpose - to come back stronger, more profound and greater than ever. You may have read my last poem A Warning Dear Traveler, in my blogs - this is just the beginning, a taste. My brain is stinging from sheer inspiration.

Well, I hate to close, but I must. Time to go to work, I'm gonna be late. *finishes his coffee* Good bye 2008, you sucked, but you were necessary. Hello again, strange and beautiful dear January. This time, I crush your cold, you don't touch me. Love, Chad.

"I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22252452/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22252452/ Sun, 28 Dec 2008 23:49:20 PST
I just wanted to let you all know that I have set up a podcast where my spoken poetry (for now. Soon there will be more things, such as spoken blog entries and my ramblings, music and more). Basically, for those of you unfamiliar with podcasts, it is a website with files, mostly mp3s and recordings that you can subscribe to and automatically download and listen to and leave comments on, etc, shared across the entire world wide web.


My main podcast page where all the episodes are available for subscription and download is [link] - please subscribe, bookmark and share with your friends. I need your support, friends.


I have just posted my first episode, a spoken recording of "A Warning, Dear Traveler", my recently posted poem. Tell me what you think!

It's here: [link]

Thanks everyone, and I'll be seeing (or talking) to you soon.

Chadwick

PS Soon this will even be available to millions on iTunes!

"I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22153628/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22153628/ Wed, 24 Dec 2008 00:10:48 PST
A Warning, Dear Traveler

by CM Bauer


I sit here thinking of ideas to write, in this chair
with thread-woven floral designs and a cushion
far too soft
for a determined poet -

But this night will end just as all the others
have, producing no fruitful words
of either beauty
nor vanity.

This process has become another spit of tar,
thick and charcoal black,
crushed into the eyes of tonight's muses.
I will drift, drift deep into another evening of
tired loneliness and the incessant weight of
the cold.

My head sinks with the grief of the unwritten,
amnesias from past lives trying to break
into memory,
old forgotten souls,
new forgotten goals.

These words are but meaningless scribbles
on lined paper - the lamp, missing its shade,
casts its bright enlightenment against
my notebook and pen, while my hand casts
a slant horizon shadow across the galaxies
buried in the ink.

I shall not want. God save me.
God save the word.

The ink is my sword, the ink is my shield,
faster than the whip tips driving the mustangs
toward Danger Trail, stinging the wind
and finding the very roots of being (non-being).

A warning, dear traveler: the stories you have heard
are true.
Fear and respect
my defenses, for no blind mercy will be given
and ignorance will certainly not come
to you as bliss.

This is no mere folklore...
Salvation and damnation possible with the twists
of language, with the slight black mark of the pen?

Perhaps success will show tonight.

Here, fool! My words have been
destroying you,
and you didn't even know.

12/24/2008

Author's Note: Yes, can you believe it? A brand-new, previously unreleased re-written piece. My first fresh piece in well over a year...

Posted on 12/24/2008
Copyright © 2008 CM Bauer

"I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22059232/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/22059232/ Fri, 19 Dec 2008 01:36:08 PST
In these current days of haste, uncertainty, confusion and threat, many of the things that have long been important, sometimes most important, to man and society have been left by the wayside -- forgotten, depleted of their meaning and vigor. Specifically, I am referring to the written word. Surely, there is no lack of the written word in today's world, but I could manage an argument in saying that there is lack of worthwhile reading to be had, and in saying that most things there are to be read would involve a waste of our time if not important to us. In so saying, I will take this opportunity to extend to you, my dear readers, some recent writings that I have found to be extremely informative, life-changing, and pertinent to today's world and the lives of the people (including you!) who live here. I hope you find the following pieces just as wonderful as I have. I did not write any of the following, and I give due credit to those that did, if I know who it was. Thank you for reading, and take heed, for the world is indeed deceptive and uncertain.

Chadwick


"Science fiction films are not about science. They are about disaster, which is one of the oldest subjects of art."
- Susan Sontag

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The Paradox of Modern Times (Author Unknown)

The paradox of our time in history is that we have taller buildings but shorter tempers, wider freeways, but narrower viewpoints. We spend more, but have less, we buy more, but enjoy less. We have bigger houses and smaller families, more conveniences, but less time. We have more degrees, but less sense, more knowledge, but less judgement, more experts, yet more problems, more medicine but less wellness. We drink too much, smoke too much, spend too recklessly, laugh too little, drive too fast, get too angry, stay up too late, get up too tired, read too little, watch tv too much. We have multiplied our possessions, but reduced our values. We talk too much, love too seldom, and hate too often. We've learned how to make a living, but not a life. We've added years to life not life to years. We've been all the way to the moon and back, but have trouble crossing the street to meet a new neighbor. We've conquered outer space, but not inner space. We've done larger things, but not better things. We've cleaned up the air, but polluted the soul. We've conquered the atom, but not our prejudice. We write more, but learn less. We plan more, but accomplish less. We've learned to rush, but not to wait. We build more computers to hold more information, to produce more copies than ever, but we communicate less and less.

These are the times of fast food and slow digestion, big men and small character, steep profits and shallow relationships. These are the days of two incomes but more divorce, fancier houses but broken homes. These are the days of quick trips, disposable diapers, throwaway morality, one night stands, overweight bodies and pills that do everything from cheer, to quiet, to kill. It is a time when there is much in the showroom window and nothing in the stockroom. A time when technology can bring this message to you, and a time when you can choose either to share this insight, or just ignore it.

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Desiderata, A poem by Max Ehrmann ("desiderata" being Latin for "desired things")

Go placidly amid the noise and the haste,
and remember what peace there may be in silence.
As far as possible, without surrender,
be on good terms with all persons.
Speak your truth quietly and clearly;
and listen to others, even the dull and ignorant;
They too have their story.
Avoid loud and aggressive persons;
they are vexatious to the spirit.
If you compare yourself with others,
you may become vain or bitter,
for always there will be greater and lesser persons than yourself.
Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans.
Keep interested in your own career, however humble;
It is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time.
Exercise caution in your business affairs,
for the world is full of trickery.
But let this not blind you to what virtue there is;
Many persons strive for high ideals,
and everywhere life is full of heroism.
Be yourself. Especially do not feign affection.
Neither be cynical about love;
for in the face of all aridity and disenchantment
it is as perennial as the grass.
Take kindly the council of the years,
Gracefully surrendering the things of youth.
Nurture strength of spirit to shield you in sudden misfortune.
But do not distress yourself with dark imaginings.
Many fears are born of fatigue and loneliness.
Beyond a healthy discipline,
Be gentle with yourself.
You are a child of the universe no less than the... ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/21972182/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/21972182/ Sat, 13 Dec 2008 22:50:22 PST
Later everybody.

Chadwick

"I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/21776840/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/21776840/ Thu, 04 Dec 2008 22:03:42 PST Trust, Dusk, The Fury, and Swing Perspective.



ANTHEM TO DECEMBER

I have decided to go ahead and try out this Prints feature on here, and see if anyone's interesting in owning a piece of my work to frame or maybe hang on their parlor walls. haha. So as of December 5, prints of Trust, Dusk, The Fury, and Swing Perspective are now available on their respective deviation pages. These include some of my personal favourites and one that was particularly enjoyed by the users of DA.

I want to thank everyone here that has given me such a warm welcome and have been considerate enough to view and favourite and watch my work. You are all awesome, and my new support group. For so long now, going on three or four years, I have been lacking badly in the inspiration department. I think DA, or more specifically, all of you, the wonderful artists here, are slowly but surely pulling me out of the quicksand. I have not written a great poem or short story in years.

Once I get through posting the majority of my photography (4,000+ images, is there a limit as to how much we can submit?), I will start posting more of my older writing, and then my new writing. As much as any of you have seen my photography so far, I am by far much more of a writer than I am a photographer. There's a few older pieces already on here, and Squares, an older poem I recently posted with new edits and style. So feel free to check out my poems if you wish, I'd really appreciate some feedback. I know it's shit, but it's old. haha. So maybe once I get higher resolutions of my poetry scans, I'll make those available too. Anyway.

I'm going to upload a ton of new photos in the next day or week or so, so get ready. Sometimes I know it seems like I say the same things over and over (Thank you for the faves, you're welcome, etc etc) but man when I post a few new things and then wake up the next day and find 90 new messages, it's hard to be original in my replies. BUT I REALLY DO APPRECIATE! You have no idea, it's beyond words. In closing, I hope to make this my second main journal/blog. So look for more entries soon about my life and more about me personally, maybe you'll catch a glimpse of my world. My first main journal is on my MySpace Page. Add me if you'd like, just tell me that you're from DA and you're in.

Until next time friends,
don't give up the art.

Chadwick

"I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams."

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Originally Written and Posted on Friday, October 5, 2007.

Hello everyone!

I really like that I have been writing blogs more often lately, so I think it is a trend that I want to continue. I'm doing much better today than I was last Friday, rest assured. I think I was (still partially) suffering from stress syndrome, work's been hectic. But there is a good side to everything, and I am growing stronger as a person.

I did mention that I passed the leadership assessment at my job, which I credit, in part, by my current job and dealing with all the stress and critical thinking. In fact, I love my job. I work better under pressure. I think harder, faster and better, and work smarter. So it has been a nice, though bumpy ride getting to where I've put myself, both in life and in work. The same holds true for all of you, and I hope you realize this too. You're all wonderful, special and beautiful. Nobody can ever replace you, and nobody is like you. Always remember.

From this introduction, it may be easy to see that I have been doing a lot of thinking these days. I wake up every day to find a new, wonderful, clean day, just waiting by the street corner for me to live it. I appreciate far more things than I realize that I do, and I realize far more things than I appreciate that I do. If I could have you step into my world, just for a little while, and have you live a day inside my head, I wish this for all of you. Lately, the main thing I think about and try to wrap my mind around is time and perspectives. I am 22 years old now. When you were 15, didn't 22 seem so far away? Even being 18, it seemed far away. My grandfather was 81 when he died in July. If I lived to be his age, that would mean I am more than a quarter of the way through my life. Somewhere around 27% completed, you could say, if you wanted to get into the numbers (the universe is made of them). 25 years would be thirty per cent and so on.

Life is so transitory, so ephemeral, it's impossible to actually have time to understand and appreciate everything that one possibly could. There are so many choices we can make, infinite pathways, circuits, courses. We are the rivers, and the years are the land. We originate, acclimate, harmonize, shape, mold, erode, combine, divide, forge and leave behind markers and memories of where we have been -- what we have done.

Love is built into the human spirit deeper and more embracing than any other emotion. It is the pure core of human development and motive. It is our motive to eat, to sleep, to drink, to appreciate, to learn, to communicate, to work and to live. We do everything for this one emotion, so that we may keep experiencing it. It is only all that anybody wants. To love and to be loved. Do you deny this?

Many days I find myself feeling unloved, and I thoroughly miss all the fanfare of feeling loved. I have realized things about myself in the past several months that I thought I would never figure out the reasoning. Why I have had so little faith in myself, why I allowed myself to be hurt, why I allowed myself to hurt others, etc, things like that, you know... all those unanswerable, unconquerable questions. In thinking this, I found answers to all of them. It can all be traced to one singular source, or lack thereof -- being loved, or having the feeling of being loved.

I never have that feeling.

Oft days, I find myself feeling trampled down, smashed to bits, glass on the pavement, roadkill on the highway of life. I do not feel loved or missed or wanted, and everything is bleak because of this. You might say, WHY do you feel that way, Chad?!?! I could go into a whole list of things and reasons, but trust me, it'd be far too boring and then you *would* lose all interest in me. By the way, congratulations if you're still reading. You rock.

The truth is, I am at a very lonely place in my life. It has always been lonely, but as summer as pushed over into fall, just as flesh does to bones, the loneliness is coming back in extreme ways. Trust me, I could think of better things to do on a Friday night at 12:30 am, than to sit at my desk and write a blog about philosophies and the things I think about. I'd actually rather be with friends, maybe enjoying a nice conversation with a nice person and actually talking to that person about their life too, and comparing ideas, experiences and plans. But I cannot do this. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I am not capable of it (even more capable with the meds), it's that I have nobody to do it with. I am getting to the point where I am actually missing human contact again. I sit here at my laptop, and the words appear as I mindlessly type, b... ]]> ~poetryeffect http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/21607136/ http://poetryeffect.deviantart.com/journal/21607136/ Sat, 22 Nov 2008 01:57:18 PST
I thought I might as well post a journal entry, blog, post, whatever you want to call it, on here since I haven't yet. I've been here for years but don't have much to show for it. Well, I keep a blog on my myspace that I've actually kept updated much more often, if you want to add me it's myspace.com/thepoetryeffect Go ahead, be my friend. I plan on logging in here a lot more often in the near future and submitting a lot of my work that has been building up outside of DA for the past few years. This will include both photography and writings. As you can see, I've already uploaded three new pieces tonight (not new, but new uploads), so expect more soon! Until then, keep up the creativity, I find this place and the people here highly fascinating. I hope you come to find my work fascinating in the meantime, or at least, noticeable. I need to go sleep now! So I will reply to all comments and faves as soon as I can. Later, friends!

Chadwick

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