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Water by bobtheduck, literature

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Water

The teeth of my zipper dig into my neck, chewing their way through skin. A uniformed Official stands at a podium on a stage fifty rows ahead of me, his voice powerful and confident. His gestures and voice carry on in the form of a long forgotten dictator, the tan uniform recalls a horrible time for long lost seniors. He is still new to us, however his declarations are already as confident our former Consul. The Official's jacket holds snug, the sleeves rising slightly whenever his arms stretch to iterate a point. Silver adornments line his lapels, a shirt and tie barely concealed beneath. Resting at the top of the tie and over a breast poc

Mauston by bobtheduck, literature

Bother by bobtheduck, literature

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Bother

I don't know why I bother I'm always pushed away Fallen ideals after a long talk I don't know why I bothered And I'm not sure you cared And If I had my way You'd sit down, listen again I wish I hadn't bothered At times you seem so distant Why I had to tell you? You seem so bothered And it hurts inside Would you still say you cared? Would you even bothered To tell me I was a friend Still said you loved me I feel like you're bothered By all of my actions If feels like you're the one lying Why'd I even bother? To tell you that I cared I feel the need to cry I wish you'd bother To even talk with me To keep on tryin' And o

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msd -final- by bobtheduck, literature

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msd -final-

~So what now? He could only sit there and think; yet nothing came. Of course, why should it; he acted on impulse all the time. It wasn't so bad. So the world's population might decrease by a 1/3 or more, people breed, they'd replace what was lost...eventually. The gears in his head kept along that same path-if some old man was walking down the street and you felt like stealing his wallet, and then forcing him to hack at himself with a rusty fork-by all means, do it. If you felt like stabbing some little kid in the head while he was in the candy store... go a head, there's plenty more in the world. Most people would think that by thinking, sa

Irkin Elite by bobtheduck, literature

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Irkin Elite

No Match For The Irkin Elite Postulio demands your attention! What is it?! It's a... What is it?! It's a... What is it?! It's a paper to persuade you to support the television show, Invader Zim in its time of need! Nickelodeon has prematurely judged, and/or killed off to many shows without giving them a chance. Invader Zim contains many loveable, if slightly insane, characters, a more dark and twisted humor then found in most other shows, and contains a GREAT mix of cell, and CG animation, making it one of the last great cartoons on current TV. Step one went smoothly. Half of the charm of Invader Zim(IZ) is it's loveable, a

Fiona Intro-background by bobtheduck, literature

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Fiona Intro-background

~She woke up naked, and a bit cold; body coated with small goose bumps, and a light sweat. Her long hair, clung to her body due to the sweat. She couldn't remember the last time she had a good night's rest, but damn...she felt good. It was a nice change of pace for her. Stepping into the bathroom, she recalled the past few day's events. Not too long ago she had been among friends and loving people, now she was alone...hated...The water from the shower cascaded down onto her, as she curled up into a ball on her cool porcelain; the coolness of the tub, mixing with her lukewarm skin. Her friends had said they'd always be there for her when sh

I am a Dork by bobtheduck, literature

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I am a Dork

I am a dork...everyone says so. Well I got some advice for you, you'll get yours. All of those bigots who made fun of me as part of their average day, every last one of them... I'm a normal kid, just like everyone else, but no one seems to think so. I have normal likes and dislikes. Normal needs, wants and desires. The rest of the school doesn't seem to think so, especially those jocks. They point laugh, call me names, just in coincidence that all of my shirts are black. These fools will never discriminate again. Today was a nice day when I woke up, and it only got better as I stepped off the bus and headed into my urban school. It was full

Spear-it Week by bobtheduck, literature

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Spear-it Week

2/2 I'm sitting here in chemistry, so that means I'mma have to write this at least twice. Anyway, you know what I just thought? Here at your school, it's "spirit week" Bah! We have a lip synch contest between the classes, and I wanna know who's the dumb fuck that assigns the songs? I wouldn't mind if they were halfway decent, but instead it's the bullshit MTV feeds us, and tells us it tastes like lobster. I hate that, and I hate lobster even more! I'm guessin' you can see the pun, folks! Why don't they just have random groups of friends that wanna participate, come up and do they're schpiel for fun? Isn't that what "spirit week" is all about

Swearing by bobtheduck, literature

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Swearing

11/something ~you know what pisses me off? Teachers who think they're hot shit by grading to harshly, or not even grading on the subject they teach. (ie: math grading for English) what the fuck's up with this? It's not their fuckin' job to watch out for other subjects, they're there to help me in one area, not a conglomeration. You know what else gets to me? Bullshit rules. We just got notice from now on, there will be a fine (yes, as in cash) for swearing. How gay is that? What happened to freedom of speech? Blah...bad line, but it goes with the idea. In the last month, our school became fuckwad central with all it's bullshit rules. Why s

msd -bludgeon- by bobtheduck, literature

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msd -bludgeon-

~A night in a dumpster does wonders for a back, and open wounds. 'Course, so does an open flame once you come too. That little whore was gonna pay... he'd make sure of it, in due time. Now though, his attention was elsewhere. Namely the man tied, and on his stomach, lying' on the concrete floor. He'd manage to find a parking garage not too far from the club he'd jus' been to the night before, as well as a nice piece of lead pipe, and some cracked out drug fiend who was unlucky enough to be in the same garage. It was a wonder that such a soft element, could be used to do so much damage... The cool bar rolled in his hand a moment before he too

-Testing- by bobtheduck, literature

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Wicked Man Part 3 by chesterfield, literature

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Wicked Man Part 3

the sound in my ears rang throughout my skull the sound of trumpets echoed in my mind as i wiped my bloodshot eyes i looked at the body in my bed she was no more than 20 her hair was wild like a crow in the sky her eyes glistened up at me hidden behind pale white skin her lips were stained red not by blood but lipstick she was the raped whore of two nights before i remember now: after the preacher's death i had slept in the graveyard until dusk and found my way into a drunken haze at the brothel and the rapist drank and played cards ordering his victim to fetch him drinks and cigars i had followed him to his room

Wicked Man Part 2 by chesterfield, literature

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Wicked Man Part 2

a pale-skinned man on a horse as black as tar i made my way across these bad lands and at the edge of a dreary town i watched a man rape a whore between the walls of a saloon and brothel i rode past their shadows in a shadow of my own as the wind kicked up dust to cover my trail marooned sweat rolls off my brow this equestrian beast feasts on the water trough below as i make my way through wooden doors this hotel bar is empty beside the barkeep he squints in the direction of the clanking silver spurs at my heels "what'll it be, stranger?" came the voice behind the bar as i closed in i could see his hands trembling

Wicked Man Part 4 by chesterfield, literature

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Wicked Man Part 4

six days of sin sixty hours south the sweat that drips down was once red now black coagulation of perspiration in this mexican sun last night was spent with a coven of senioritas drinking blood and tequila swallowing the worm with strips of flesh i felt like a god and fucked like one too at dawn twelve women lay dead powder burns between thighs carved faces and missing breasts i remembered nothing back in the saddle i saw in the distance the thirteenth whore on her knees looking to the sky beside a joshua tree the first shot scattered rosary beads and branches the second scattered skull ------ on the seventh

Wicked Man Part 1 by chesterfield, literature

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Wicked Man Part 1

wind blows by the whipping post old wood rots in the sun the hooves of a galluping horse line the desert air like a drum posses trail wanted men as the ghosts of this town haunt me rope burns around my neck covered scars with a bloodstained scarf i saw god that day and he looked down on me smiling and i looked up at him when that horse disappeared beneath me and it was him i abandoned as i swung until dawn the devil set me free come the morning light free from salvation, death, and pain i could hear him in my head his voice echoed in my ears as he began to say, "son, be on your way. revenge your death, come what may, n

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Sunset Sillouette by bobtheduck, visual art

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About bobtheduck

Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: frozen WI
Favourite genre of music: Metal/industrial
Operating System: Win 98SE w00t, yeah...
MP3 player of choice: RealOne
Wallpaper of choice: whatever works
Skin of choice: see above
Favourite cartoon character: G.I.R. from invader zim, or Wade Duck
Personal Quote: Yo...

Favourite Visual Artist

Trent Reznor

Favourite Movies

Star Wars/Die Hard/Indy Jones Trilogies

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Nine Inch Nails/MSI/ICP

Favourite Writers

Lovecraft

Favourite Games

FF VII/Rifts/Call of Cthulhu/DDR

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2, hardcore

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Oct 8, 2008

Maybe...

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I might be doing something here. watch this space.

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Feb 2, 2003

Fuckin' Shit...

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Dude.. what the fuck? DA keeps eatin' my journal entries for now fuckin' reason... they won't post unless i try to post'm like 9 times, in which case i get shit loads of'm in my 'past journal entry list' which really fuckin' bugs me... ~sighs~ lets see how much of this i can do from memory... hmm.. where to start, as it's been forever. I jus' read  ~jesusbites last uplaod, which he unfortunatly took down. it was a great peice, and i enjoy it imensly, but i'm not here to ride his nuts about how good of a writer and person he is. i'm pointin' it out as a fine peice of work that said everything i needed to say for the most part, right now.

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Feb 2, 2003

Fuckin' Shit...

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Dude.. what the fuck? DA keeps eatin' my journal entries for now fuckin' reason... they won't post unless i try to post'm like 9 times, in which case i get shit loads of'm in my 'past journal entry list' which really fuckin' bugs me... ~sighs~ lets see how much of this i can do from memory... hmm.. where to start, as it's been forever. I jus' read  ~jesusbites last uplaod, which he unfortunatly took down(and stuck back up... thanks mucho, guy. it was a great peice, and i enjoy it imensly, but i'm not here to ride his nuts about how good of a writer and person he is. i'm pointin' it out as a fine peice of work that said everything i neede

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Sep 7, 2003

Link of the Night! Just for you special folks (all fucking 80 of you), Ive got the most fast-paced thing I could dig up from my archives, to suit my fast-paced lifestyle as of lately.

Hey, even the words are good. Read, and you will know what I mean.

As always, random loving, fucking and sucking from your friend, ~jesusbite.

Aug 7, 2003

Link of the Night! I figured you needed some more good reading material, so I went digging through my list and picked out the finest imagery, crispest words and some of the best storytelling that I could find. I love poetry that people can get jealous of. This is some of it.

And as always, random lovings, soddings and fuckings from your bud, ~ jesusbite. You can have your choice of your sexual deviation.

And as a bonus, the Poet of the Night. ~agraphia

robertpaulson7

Aug 5, 2003

Your icon is the fuckin shit...very rad.

Jul 1, 2003

Link of the Night! Bitches.

It only took me six months to get it going again, but I picked a doozy this time. Its a pseudo-slammer, with a humor that slides in and beats you in the testes with a shit bat.

You'll understand when you read it. Go. Now. And, as always, random huggings, kissings, fuckings and general appreciative tappings from buddy Jesusbite.

spyed

Apr 10, 2003

Have you ever had a dream, that you were so sure was real? What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?

What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.

You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.

I offer only the truth, nothing more.

Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill

Fella

spyed, nobody has ever done this before.
Ninja

I know. That's why it's going to work.

Do not try and bend the spoon ...