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up for air by spevacek, literature

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up for air

Trapped by expectations Written, printed, filmed... Spoken. Between the lines, Agitation builds. Judges of a breed a p a r t, The critic gene evolves As these boxes and labels Tear down free will, Sucked into the mainstream, Forced to perform, We adapt… We fit in. Advice offered from love (Mother knows best), Spirals: out of proportion. And then the take over; Days and nights blend Like colors cradled by cold ceramic: A collage of control – Of fear. You're hurt – remorseful. "Let me do it." "I'll be fine." Please know, she doesn't blame you. "You don't understand." Bent over, clawing for support:

safer with the lights on by spevacek, literature

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safer with the lights on

Listen. Breathe. See. Blurry lines dissolve into reality – it's all here. Don't let the possibilities blind you. It's the risks we avoid that end up haunting us. Progress halted, The love that could've been – that could still be… We build these walls: cages of scars, As if the past can shield us. Is it much safer with the lights on, dear ? Our lives, they are not scripted – Thumbs or stars cannot define; Only fear. We can't be free – Not until we dare to love. Paralyzed, you leave me And I ask you once again, Is it safer with the lights on ? I dare you To love.

crossing over by spevacek, literature

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crossing over

Miles upon miles of roads, highway, stop signs, red lights, detours. Sleepy towns tucked into rural South Dakota – the dust billows in a wave. A jungle of noise and steel, Chicago towers overhead. Tires give in a sudden burst of rubber. Crash; twisted metal, chipped paint, HAZMAT leak. A lone sunflower on the roadside, people oblivious. It waves at them, solemn, persistent. Cattle dot the rolling fields like a bad case of chicken pox; Oh that smell – sweet memory returns. The horizon lined by steel windmills, an army of slaves to the wind. Green to yellow – colors of the world, but all returns to grey in the end. The r

cold passion by spevacek, literature

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cold passion

blue ice from a cold, distant world; peach and gold bleed expectation across the horizon. the wind bites as my breath hangs in the air, a white fog like a ghost – lost, unfinished – a question mark in retrospect. frost-tinted windows remind me... of pumpkin spice cake, thin, leather gloves, the smell of a burning match, just extinguished. something glints – wire cookie racks, silver earrings against cool skin, sunlight in the rearview mirror. my dry skin protests the season, white against pink as an army of lights blink at me from cookie-cutter suburbia. warmth fills my body like mulled wine; a smile tugging at m

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cold passion by spevacek, literature

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cold passion

gate 87 by spevacek, literature

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gate 87

It's the one place we all come together, The one place where we all have one, similar objective. They sit or they stand, Keeping themselves occupied With cellphones, with books and Music and lap tops. Some knit, some read; Homework, hard work. They amuse themselves mechanically, For this is all routine. And there are so many of them – So many sizes and shapes and colors. Some wear suits, as if it's just another day at work. Some wear sweatshirts, pullovers, jean jackets. Some wear boots, tennis shoes, plaid slip-ons. Some have short hair, long hair, highlights, no hair. And yet... we are all here. We are all brought together

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Deviant for 19 years
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Current Residence: west coast, usa.
Favourite genre of music: classic rock, grunge, eurotrash, alternative, indie, techno.
Favourite photographer: anthony folenta.
Favourite style of art: abstract art, photomanipulation.
Operating System: windows XP, windows vista home premium edition.
Favourite cartoon character: zim.
Personal Quote: if you're not living on the edge, you're taking up too much room.

Favourite Visual Artist

lauren camelotto.

Favourite Movies

fight club, snatch, crash, requiem for a dream, kill bill, american history X, v for vendetta.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

muse, lynyrd skynyrd, tegan and sara, the beatles, creedence clearwater revival, shiny toy guns.

Favourite Writers

janet fitch, bill bryson, jane austen, edgar allan poe, emily dickinson.

Favourite Games

the sims, minesweeper, spider solitaire.

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adobe photoshop elements 4.0

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travel, literature, adventure, music, people.

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spevacek

Feb 4, 2010

three's a crowd

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It's funny how bad things seem to happen in threes. Why is that ? You think it's bad. You fucked something up. You're paying for the consequences. And then what happens ? Your fucking rat dies. Well, shit. Thanks, life. That was awfully considerate of you. Fortunately, I wasn't that attached to the rat (is that a bad ? I mean, he wasn't my rat to begin with). But when I woke up that morning to see Ratticus/Ratty/Shiller/George (emphasizing the multiple owners here) lethargic and listless in his cage, I started laughing. I did. It was a slow, morose, maniacal kind of laughter that only the tragic hilarity of irony can provoke, but it was laugh

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spevacek

Dec 12, 2007

blink.

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so. here I am again, however many months later, and I've been having random spurts of inspiration. joy. the first semester of college is nearly over and I'll be back in new jersey before I can say "final research paper." back in new jersey. back home. I would never have thought that at any point in my life new jersey (of all places) would be equivalent to home for me. guess I shouldn't have expected anything. normally I don't go into anything with any expectations. you see, if you expect nothing, there is no possible way that you could ever be disappointed. it's not that I fear disappointment or I feel that I can't handle it (trust me, I've

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spevacek

Oct 23, 2006

the metamorphosis

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After two months of inactivity, I do say it's about time I started picking up the pace a little. Over the summer, my father graciously gave me his old Canon film camera, and I have been practicing with it ever since. The result of which are the recent Autumn photos I have put up with much thanks to my friend Lauren for letting me borrow her scanner (since I live in a cardboard box and can't afford a scanner for myself, so sue me). At any rate, I hope you (a.k.a. THE PEOPLE) enjoy. But enough about me, how the hell are you?