Monthly Archives: January 2011

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Avante-Garde

Don’t talk to me about Banksy. I’ve heard enough about goddamn Banksy to last me the rest of my life. Like he was the first social malcontent to ever pick up a spray can. I was doing this sort of thing back when then self-promoting

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Fallen One

Black ink on alabaster skin, The symbols of a forgotten empire, Fallen, crumbled into dust, Her apparent youth belies the irrelevance. Symbols twisted through time, To become synonyms with hate and evil. Once proud, now fallen, A relic of a more innocent age, Now stained

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As a Bird

The girl was dragged before the Jurist dishevelled and barely able to walk. The audience that had gathered- so much larger than for ordinary trials- backed away, whispering nervously to one another, sharing the half-heard bits of information that they had about her. It shouldn’t

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Firebird

She was born with the mark. Or at least, it had always been there, the reddish-gold imprint on her flesh as much a part of her as the shock of feathery blonde hair and smell of spices that always lingered about her. When she was