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Binge and Purge

by ~mibi, Sep 22, 2003, 9:51:59 PM
Literature / Prose / Fiction / Transgressive

Binge:

Gab el. Bachman. Deep. France. Bergman. Evans. Rise. Sage. Franz. Polanski. Cinematic. Bass. Black. Morgana. Wealth. Eve. Mibikids. Rife. Mornling. Cyrano. Deeper. Scribe. Hudson. Buksport. Ship. Mow. Berkshire. Fellini. Fincher. Astronomer. Riley. Chompsky. Court. Love. Route. Bloniasz. Jove. Distance. Fabric. Producto. Emby. Dean. Freed. Professor. Space. Apotheosis. List. Geodesica. Norcross. Ingersol. Chabert. Chaucer. Noon. Zero. Little. Words. Deepest. Self.

Purge:

Its not as if Maya Angelou was strung up naked from a Mississippi delta born cotton tree. Well, actually it was. You see back when black buskins beat back the bramble of my god given right to speech impediment laden afterthouhts, I would stroll a slow mosey in a grove of old bo trees. Now my socks stretch only so far as my crinkled fingers can pull these chinese odes to western capitalism. Remember the rice patties, and the rice patty hats. "Men in black pajamas," he would say. And then proceed to crack-a-lack a round into their unsmiling faces. Oh how the rice patty hat would fly off like a bottle rocket and pinwheel back to earth with red streamers in tow. Those were my fondest memories. The rest are moot in comparison.

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Deeper. Where the gems are. Lately ive been going deep. Real deep. Deep enough to sweat oil. Deep enough to get an associates degree in paleontology in my subconsciousness' freetime. Deep. I reached the point where antiques were just someones crappy nicknacks weeks ago. Relics return to their original owner and artifacts turn peasant garbage. I left in the mid-summer noon sun. Each ray fell upon my skin like a whip of molten lead. Then i reached the winter of interim. Now i feel the mid-earth magma summer upon me. Deep. What was once my circular skylight then pin hole now doesnt even give enough glim for me to recognize the color of the darkness. Black has no meaning down here. I snorted my last photon days ago. Deep.

Binge and Purgeby ~mibi

Literature / Prose / Fiction / Transgressive

I binge...and purge...
Binge and purge and binge and purge.
Cringe and merge the fringe and verge.

...dont try to get your head around it, theres nothing worth seeing on the other side

move along folks...

!thinlikenate Feb 24, 2004 Filmographer

did you know i love you?

~ExitDust Oct 27, 2003

amazing, absolutely amazing. i love it all every word of every line.
it makes me wish that i knew the people who's names are mentioned. i must say that reading the word Norcross was a highlight in my life. seriously.

deep, as deep as you are, you are far more deep than you can even write about. hard to say, but you are deeper than anyone on this site. and it makes me happier than i choose to let on. you are far deeper than even mibi, or mibi........... or....MIBI.
youaretheultimateanddeviantartisluckytoh aveyou.keepitupyougeniusbastard.

~annaleecourt Oct 20, 2003

Help, Mibi. This one escapes me. Help me out here. I'll do the ol' 5 a.m. read and read again and see where it takes me.

Mama Rise

!jay-spectre Oct 20, 2003 Professional Photographer

It's got beat.

I respect this kind of work.

I do something similar with my shit.

good job.

-spectre-

~deadilion Sep 24, 2003

I like how you explained it.
Good fun.

`rebelchic Sep 24, 2003

Def. should be expanded.

~mibi Sep 24, 2003

thanks. but there is no where to go. i just vomited out chunks of grey matter. i just have to clean it up the mess before someone notices the stain on the carpet. theres no where to go with this peice.

~evilfaeries Sep 23, 2003 Writer

You are one of the most interesting people I have came in contact with here on dA.

Your thoughts/words/feelings are interesting.. and you wrote it so differently than most pieces are written. i liked it.
write more prose. post more prose.

~ExitDust Sep 23, 2003

kid's genius, pass it on

~ExitDust Sep 23, 2003

yeah guy, that's deep, but i know that you get deeper than that. kid's genius, prove me wrong

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