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The Vanishing Point by DEADMEAT15, literature

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The Vanishing Point

And this Seed is formed in the oncoming void Felt its hoarse throat in your stomach from a parsec away Moldy response, anticipated by the new deity The landfill shudders as he crosses the threshold Shrinking the lines with every movement We are left in the uncanny valley Mountains erupting from beneath us At thousands of miles a second Delivered with distance in mind Plurals, oblivious to the ever-present yet invisible noose Matriphagy on a global scale Because no-one ever said you had to be nice A new heavenly body found on Earth The architects of an immortal mass-murderer Retrograde motion sleeping on the backs of snails Pockmarked and tasting like absinthe New clothes for an emperor unfit to wear them Lethal fingerprint, unknown Apeirophiles procrastinate in disguise Cascades, written by foreign scribes Those who float will understand it in time Be very careful what you wish for Does this really seem like a good idea to you? Manacles made of thought Sell us an apocalypse that

Diseased Crown by DEADMEAT15, literature

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Diseased Crown

The kingdom rests on eggshells See them march in All dressed up with nowhere to go A star and its children, bleeding their last Screaming to a deaf world This uninvited guest Strays too close to the invisible fences From a cough to chaos The pigs and the squirrels They hold the keys to save us But they're being awfully reticent Alarming readings on the gauges Few and far between Wrapped in greens, whites, reds, and yellows Find solace in mass slumber And a very tightly locked door

The Rejects of Astera [MHW Fan-Fiction] by DEADMEAT15, literature

Cloudyhead by DEADMEAT15, literature

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Cloudyhead

There's not a soul to be found But I hear voices and see faces They speak in tongues Pointed at me and they laugh They laugh, laugh at all of this All but me and my bubbles My head is in the clouds But my feet are buried six feet deep And I've asked myself On many an occasion Why I keep doing this But I never get a response The voices are not loud enough For me to hear Or make out what they're saying Not that it matters I laugh, laugh at all of this Me in my bubble My arms grow heavy The words crawl and dribble from my lips

Associates by DEADMEAT15, literature

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Associates

The key sat on the desk in Father's study and that's where it always had lived. As a child, I was always instructed never to touch it, so I never did, even though I always wanted to. Keys open doors and uncover secrets and I wanted to see what secrets this key would uncover. Nevertheless, I was a good child and I always did as I was told. "Don't touch the key." So I didn't. Years later, when I inherited the estate after Mother and Father passed away, I noticed the key, once more, sat in the exact same place on the desk, only now it wore a light coat of dust. Curiosity got the better of me. It was almost like it was staring at me, goading me,

Hrimfaxi 2085 by DEADMEAT15, literature

A Game of Tag by DEADMEAT15, literature

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A Game of Tag

My eyes slowly opened. I was in what looked to be a hospital bedroom, bathed in a muted dark-blue light, surrounded by my closest friend and family, their faces frozen in scenes of abject grief and sadness. It was like God hit the "pause" button on life. A humanoid figure stood at the end of my bed. It was covered in shadow, but I could feel it staring at me. Three things sprang to mind immediately: one - I seemed to know who this person was, yet I'd never met them. Two - I knew what they were doing here. And three - I wasn't scared. I went to speak. "You. You're-" "Yes," the figure answered, its voice soft and quiet, like a lullaby. "It's t

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discontentcreation

ears drinking a tide's retch; i am still. quiet as dearth's fields i finger the inline mute idly. might be a bright death? i climb up a new wave and feather fall down, drown with me but i'll never ask. heir aberrant, i squeeze anonymity out of dried veins. which of my bewitching droughts will beat my heart to death? curb stomp myself, it's entertainment if you watch. if you want. if you whisper any closer i might hear. my rights disappeared, left with a moon dead set. amorphously morbid, morpheus shuns me. i stab at thee, oceanic pull, don't gravity that weight my way. i'm wasted but too dryly comedic, o consumption my edict do bury me, slo

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Artist // Hobbyist // Literature

Aug 3, 1994
United Kingdom
Deviant for 14 years
iamlinus.bandcamp.com / https://twitter.com/iAMthe3mptys3t
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My Bio

There's not a lot to say about me.

I'm a writer, musician and part-time screw-up.

I'm 22 years of age, with a taste for the odd, the unknown, the creepy and the downright fucked-up.

Should you get to know me, I'll be the best friend you never met.

There's not a lot to say about me.

Favourite Visual Artist

H.R. Giger.

Favourite Movies

Scott Pilgrim vs. The World, The Hateful Eight, LA Confidential and Wreck-It Ralph.

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Animals As Leaders, Frontierer, Dream Theater, Sithu Aye, Car Bomb and Meshuggah.

Favourite Books

House of Leaves by Mark Z Danielewski, Crooked Little Vein by Warren Ellis and S. by Doug Dorst

Favourite Writers

Stephen King, Mark Z Danielewski and H.P. Lovecraft.

Favourite Games

Sonic CD, Overwatch, Fallout 4 and the Yakuza series.

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS4.

Tools of the Trade

Pen, paper and the mind.

Other Interests

Music, art and literature.

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DEADMEAT15

Feb 21, 2017

It's been a while since I wrote anything. I assure you, I haven't stopped. I've got things in the works, just gotta get my shit sorted out first.

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DEADMEAT15

Aug 31, 2015

For anyone who cares

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Sorry for the infrequent updates recently. I just thought I'd let you all know: My life is an absolute mess at the minute. I feel like I've been living a lie for the past decade, I haven't been getting enough sleep and when I do, I have these rather bizarre and oftentimes frightening dreams that end with me waking up screaming, I've been involuntarily starving and dehydrating myself because my head is so jumbled up that I literally forget to eat or drink anything and I live in constant fear of the outside because of how many crimes occur on a weekly basis in my neighboorhood. In the past couple weeks, I've written and re-written my suicide

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DEADMEAT15

Sep 17, 2014

So far, so good!

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This Piece-A-Week thing's goin' pretty well, if I say so myself. You may also notice I'm putting up other bits too. I've been writing pieces with my friend Sam too, on a variety of different subjects. I'm going to be posting another one up in a few days; fair warning, though: it's written in a two-layer cipher. Transposition, then full-on scramble. It may LOOK like random letters, but it does actually say something. Be prepared.