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Literature of the Jazz Age.... by obsidianjames, literature

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Literature of the Jazz Age....

From the days when the Model T Ford would set you back $575, alcohol was illegal and Gandhi had just emerged as a public figure in India right up until there was sound in films, they began construction on the Empire State building and Scotch tape was invented, this frame of time from 1920 to 1929 was the Jazz Age. This was also the time of other history makers such as Charlie Chaplin, J. R. R. Tolkien and Adolf Hitler. Though aside from these history making events there were also important things happening in the world of American literature. Most notable were the group of American expatriates living in Paris and other parts of Europe known

What To Do Now?.... by obsidianjames, literature

Everything.... by obsidianjames, literature

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Everything....

the month then was July and pretty much to my surprise i saw the both parts of me collide i was swept away and this was just yesterday left astray, with nothing left to say sadly life became tame no one would recognize my name and i thought i guess its just how they play the game remember the days when everything was new and we would sit around with everything to do when lies didn’t exist and everything was true and i really thought i meant everything to you

A Pool Of Poetry.... by obsidianjames, literature

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A Pool Of Poetry....

sitting on the edge of a pool of poetry on the edge because i dont want to get too wet sad because too many people just rhyme regret with forget like they dont think its cliched yet these days originality is critical and i probably get lazy at times and use poor thought but at least my intention was pure to begin with rather than store bought and its best not to think too much like right now do i sound arrogant and vain? because its not helpful to question it even if your audience starts to complain

Start At The Muse.... by obsidianjames, literature

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Start At The Muse....

These unusual amounts of eye contact, Has me wondering do I want that? Is it just better to hibernate and contract? Has me wondering if I want to be that compact. Nearly full to the brim with anxiety, And never really been the one to talk defiantly. Currently under the influence of sobriety, Though the other thing is, is that I’m confident quietly. I’m bound to be the man to just browse society, Because I do agree the spice of life is variety. Never been the one to be hailed with notoriety, Always been the type to just act with propriety. Now I’m new and improved with less to lose, And to me that seems to be the be

Cloak and Dagger.... by obsidianjames, literature

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Cloak and Dagger....

passed by a figure, i gawked, at his cloak and dagger 6 foot no bigger, who walked, with a broken swagger clouds now amassed, i stare, at the billowed forms feeling unsurpassed, best beware, for these pillows storm with whom, did my path cross, as to have this effect here darkened gloom, he just laughs off, to try and detect fear take the cloak? who is it? do i claim the reaper? id rather not provoke, a second visit, by the gate keeper

The Truth.... by obsidianjames, literature

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The Truth....

Like he was liberated but jaded, half way through the abusive and informative talk. I knew he wasn’t lying and I think everyone else had realized that was the case also. For once we heard words which were the actual truth and not just convincing fabrications. Regardless of the shock that came with the knowing the room suppressed its emotions all at once and was frozen without a sound. His voice held reign over his audience, he was a man of power, once respectable though now the only feeling we had toward him was regret that we fell for his charades. Four years ago, it didn’t seem that long; we met in a jazz lounge on the other side

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Literature of the Jazz Age.... by obsidianjames, literature

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What To Do Now?.... by obsidianjames, literature

Everything.... by obsidianjames, literature

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Everything....

A Pool Of Poetry.... by obsidianjames, literature

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A Pool Of Poetry....

Start At The Muse.... by obsidianjames, literature

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Start At The Muse....

Cloak and Dagger.... by obsidianjames, literature

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Cloak and Dagger....

The Truth.... by obsidianjames, literature

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The Truth....

After.... by obsidianjames, literature

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The Villa by twinraven, literature

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The Villa

Someone has awoken. In a cold sweat and filled with a suffocating feeling of dread, a man has awoken. Though his heart hammers in his chest, his breathing is steady as he rises and walks quickly through the chamber. His feet make soft whispers as he moves across the darkly tiled floors. He stops at the balcony, the roar of the ocean swell fills the night air as he looks out towards the Tuscan villa. He glances quickly away but there is little point; he has gazed so often at the house on nights such as these that its image is firmly etched inside his mind. Dappled moonlight falls softly upon the chaeteau's marble pillars and granite walls,

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Dangling on the line. by twinraven, literature

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Dangling on the line.

I'm sitting in a boat, Thinking of the words I've said and wrote. For I am not quite alone, however much I reek of cheap wine, and bad colonge. There is one near who, until recently, has swum about the depths. A fish dragged down, A king with heavy crown, bowed down beneath its weight. Oh he struggled against the crashing waves, the drunken parties, the late night raves. Deep inside himself he fought, the blood spilt; inner turmoil and damaged thought. This fish, however, has escaped his nets of grief, and swims towards the light. And so now I may smile, with joy and evident relief. My friend, this fish, is going to be alrig

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Artist // Literature

Australia
Deviant for 17 years
www.myspace.com/james_phillip
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Current Residence: I reside in dreams
Favourite genre of music: Hip hop - Rock - Funk - Jazz - All sorts of stuff
Operating System: Digestive, Circulatory & Nervous

Favourite Visual Artist

Ralph Steadman & More

Favourite Movies

Fear & Loathing In Las Vegas

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Atmosphere

Favourite Writers

Edgar Allen Poe, Hunter S. Thompson, William S. Burroughs, F. Scott Fitzgerald

Favourite Games

Tetris

Tools of the Trade

Pen, Fingers, Scalpel, Spraypaint, Camera

Other Interests

Amateur Porn, Symmetry & Sarcasm

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obsidianjames

Jul 30, 2008

Hmm..

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nearly been a year since I said I was leaving for a while.... if I can log in at home later tonight, then im back otherwise forget it

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obsidianjames

Aug 27, 2007

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im leaving for a while no idea how long, just a while

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obsidianjames

Aug 25, 2007

legendary legend of love

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that sounds mighty shit now doesnt it, way to much corn in that well then i must say i feel like absolute crap, how about yourself? come here often? its pretty lonely most of the time here dont you think? aha think is officially my favourite word to type just becuase the way i do it is so fun thinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthinkthink just the T with the index finger of my left hand the then the HINK with the index and middle fingers of my right hand in a stroking motion down the keyboard thinkthinkthinkthink oh! james is a failure, let us all rejoice in his realisation rejoice damn y

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Gonzo-Writers-Club

Oct 5, 2009

Dear Deviant Artist,

Recently, this club was formed for the rare breed of Gonzo writer often found on DevArt in the backwaters of search engine county. I believe that, in some small way, you can help. You are being contacted because you write, have written or shown an interest in Gonzo and would be a much appreciated member of the Gonzo Writers Club. Its early days and not much is there to show for it yet, but if we’re successful, I believe that we can create a new and active Gonzo community for all who create Gonzo and read Gonzo alike.

I extend my hand in invitation to you, should you choose to accept it is entirely up to you.

Sincerely, The Gonzo Writers Club.

fabulous gallery.

man this is pissing me off! I'm so cut that you haven't been able to get into your account.

hmmm...though I suppose if you can't get into your account you won't know about this message...fuck!

lol anyway man if you do get back online, give us a yell, okay?

Hey hun!!

welcome back dearest, how have you been?

VaguelyUnaware

Aug 22, 2007

I have been fine.......I suppose. Alot of things happening recently!!

mic-killingcupid

Aug 20, 2007

Thank you for the requested picture as a print!

That was so lovely of you!