Sitting motionless in the lukewarm envelope of his bathtub, Ryan closed his soggy eyes and envisioned, as clearly as possible, his impending demise. Just as one might nod in agreement to the assertion of a like-minded friend, his physical self responded with a cold chill, swimming down Ryan's entire body in a wave, as though Death herself were gently running her icy fingertips down his back in invitation. Holding his forearm beneath the water's surface, he pressed the thin edge of steel against the smooth, white skin a few inches above his elbow, blade facing his open palm. As his ducts heaved out two more tears, he gritted his teeth, balled
Current Residence: Portsmouth, Ohio Favourite genre of music: indie-pop, cuddlecore Skin of choice: My own, thanks. Favourite cartoon character: Carl from Aqua Teen Hunger Force
For several reasons, I have decided to leave devart, and take all my deviations with me. It's a loooooooong deletion process, so it will take me awhile.
Anyway, thanks for your support, those of you whom offered it. Those of you who didn't - fuck you.
- Garett W. Strickland
you know... i think you guys are all taking this ancient debate way too seriously... it's been going on way too long for anyone to make it into anything other than an interesting debate... i.e. mud is too valuable in these times for it to be wasted somewhere it doesn't belong... take your mud-slinging somewhere that needs it... people have been INSPIRED by other people since we started creating... you see something... it affects you... maybe even becomes a part of you... and maybe it just subconsciously shows up in what you do... or maybe you purposefully take bits and pieces of it into what you're doing to LEARN FROM IT... or many other possibilities that probably have never occurred to a lot of you... but i can't just spout them off... the post would be too long... but i can say that nobody here can tell me that they were doing the art that they were doing from the time they popped from their mother's womb...
exactly. you think you are a good writer, i think she is a good writer. why? because i can see the art in what she does, you obviously can't. now think about it. is that a my bad or yours? i got a paper cut in my finger today and i stared at it for like 5 minutes, because I thought it was beautiful. if i had a camera i would have taken a picture and call it art. and it would have BEEN art.
i think you are an idiot. i also think your conception of art is fucked up. and finally i think you shouldn't have permission to talk to writers about writing.
Beauty is in everything, and I believe it is a greater task to find it in places where others do not look.
I do not claim that there is profundity in the 'devolution of mankind' as you so eloquently put it. I do believe there is transcendence in knowing yourself.
Your morals don't ring true, not to me. Don't feel sorry for me, it is you whose horizons limit you to only the beautiful immaculate.
i do not care for apparent 'true-to-life' writing. i care about pushing people's boundaries. i don't like science fiction as a whole, but i do not suggest that others should move away from the genre. don't be so closed-minded... is there something about sex that offends you?
and yes, this is my life and there is beauty in that.