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A Man Of Advertising He's a man of advertising
He seems so heaven-sent
But no one that he talks to
Remembers what he meant

Through denial of common sense
He makes quite alright arguments
Always smiling, always glad
The best friend you've ever had

He earns his pay through those who lay
Unmoving in a common way
Dead of mind and dead of kind
But buy these things and so you'll find
That joy is yours forever more
And cash will open up that door
Is he mean or has he been
Like that himself and so has seen
That it goes away in the end
Wouldn't you like to buy a friend?

He earns his bread from the dead
And those locked in place by dread
He sells the dr
An Everyday Scene You never spoke your mind to the spittle-flinging argumentators. Safety first. They could hurt you.
You didn't know what they were capable of.

You never talked back when they stood in circles around you, grinning. Safety first. They could hurt you.
You didn't know what they were capable of.

You realized one day what they were and what they could do. Nothing to you. No, you weren't afraid.
You weren't afraid anymore. They did nothing to you. But perhaps to others.

You got the big kitchen knife in your backpack. You walked as always.
It was just like writing a poem. Just the same pencil motions.

You never replied when they wailed out th
A Slight Silly Story A chessboard -- a battlefield, of solemn concentration.

The two generals gaze upon their troops. A game of war.
Who knows what soars through the heads of these thinkers?
Twelve moves ahead but the thirteenth will win. Always more prepared.
Always a sacrifice for victory. Who can tell what it is worth? The pawns become queens.

"It's your move," said Kenny.

"Oh," replied Maria, and stared a little longer over the rim of her glasses. A puzzle. A conundrum.

Behind her, the girl with the grin, who had entered the scene without much fanfare. "Hi, peoples...what are you doing?"

"Can it, weasel," grumbled Maria. "It ain't your game."

The gi
Librarian of Earth She goes not in a dress of flowers,
But simple cloth of blue --
She plants the grass and grows the trees
So that we don't have to.

She made the dirt and based the bugs,
All green and black and gray,
She sculpted stone and still does so,
Throughout every day.

She's still measuring the marigolds
With every stalk, leaf, and hem,
She's never quite satisfied,
And so we must appreciate them.
It Isn't The End Of The World A wasteland.

Brown, dry, and cracked, trees fallen and buildings crumpling. Green in occassional spots, but far outnumbered by sepia brownish.

Zoom in.

A window, very much broken.

Look in.

It is a school building. Blackboards filled with scrawled explanation. Tossed-over chairs and desks.
One rotting apple sits at the end of the teacher's desk.
There are no thumbtacks, paperclips or pencils.

Walk through the winding hallways. Leave.

Walk down the street. Enter.

It is a shop devoted to audio technology. Compact discs and records lie scattered.
The back room has been entered, one radio not where it should be.
Someone has been here.
A String Of Words The sound of birds waking you up in the morning,

The rustle of trees from the cold wind -- outside,

The vivid animation that turns the eyes,

The warm breeze a spring morning,

The dull shine of tacky trinkets,

The gentle blanket of snow,

The rhythmic ocean waves,

The seagull's fervent cries,

The street asphalt,

The city noise,

The laughter,

The reading,

The sands,

The sun,

That's relaxation.

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Instant Addiction...

by ~Fangirl-of-Ace

Please--please--don't send me there
I already see them--everywhere!
I've been there once, now can't escape--
rape as comedy--some comedy is rape

Under that...thing's grave power,
A minute would soon be an hour!
An hour then five, and then a day,
And before long, a life's wasted away!

Action girls and princess curls
Someone gave me a map to the way...
Simple plans and hating fans
I shouldn't, I know--but here, I can't stay!

Planets of hats and scares by cats,
It has control over the mind!
Goddamned bats and Minnesota Fats
And I...now one of its kind!

We lurk, planting small knowledge seeds
And writing up articles nobody reads
I always find myself there, despite all my strife --
TVTropes has ruined my life.
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...due to constant lust for information.

Ah, man, you know you're in it deep when even the few poems you CAN write are about TVtropes. This addiction is beautiful.

My addictions at the moment: The Electric Banana Band, TVtropes, Pokémon, Puzzle Quest: Galactrix, and The Comics Curmudgeon. Measures up to a nice and neat 5.

In case you're intrigued about what I've even managed to accomplish on TVtropes that keeps me away so much from DeviantArt, feel free to read this page ([link] -- oh man, I just handtyped that URL instead of copy-pasting it, I am in this so deep) about an old nostalgic Swedish children's show. I didn't do that entirely by myself, of course, the first picture is courtesy of a fellar called Fast Eddie, and some--well, most, I suppose, I don't want to be a glory hog--of the examples are from another fellar called TITO, but I did the base foundation of the article and wasted away bits of my life poking up examples. It did, however, make me feel extremely honored when the writer/director left a review, and a fellar (man, I like spelling it like that) left a comment saying that I did great work. Thank you, Madraguda, you very active fellow who I keep forgetting the name of and feel like a jerk for it because you are NICE.

I'm not that hyper right now, honestly. Alright, okay, yeah, I am. BUT IT IS SO FUN. It's too good to exist, in theory -- it makes people addicted by its constant stream of fascinating information and thus make people waste away learning fascinating facts that they'll never employ other than in learning OTHER fascinating facts.

In short: I learned TVTropes would ruin my life, and now TVtropes has ruined my life (as well as my vocabulary), but enhanced it in the process. I keep trying to pot hole these words and realizing that oh yeah that's right this isn't TVtropes hey wait WHY ISN'T IT.

God it's addictive. But I love it.

TVtropes (C) ...uh...ah...THE PEOPLE.
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~IAmTehMatt Apr 8, 2012  New member
You are not alone, my friend. TVTropes has ruined my life as well. I'm actually here from the "Ruined Your Life" article.

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Okay...I just put it to my head...and pull the trigger...and an ancient god comes from my soul?

They say TVTropes will ruin your life...I'm living proof that they're quite right.
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~Fangirl-of-Ace Apr 9, 2012
Whoop for shameless plugging!

I didn't have internet for most of the last week, and now I've found a spot with Wi-Fi to check the history on an article. The last edit made there is still mine...

Out of curiousity, do you go to TVTropes for the tropes or the work pages?

--
Delightfully conformist.
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~IAmTehMatt Apr 9, 2012  New member
Both. I've also contributed a few times. Around there, I'm known as Grade0.

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Okay...I just put it to my head...and pull the trigger...and an ancient god comes from my soul?

They say TVTropes will ruin your life...I'm living proof that they're quite right.
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~Fangirl-of-Ace Apr 11, 2012
Nice. I tend to be able to contribute more to works pages, but everything on there's pretty well-written.

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Delightfully conformist.
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Mood: Fear ~radda3 Mar 23, 2012
Crimes so far:

1. Made me make Wild Mass guesses.
2. Makes me get internet jokes.
3. RUINED [insert favorite thing here] FOREVER!!!!
4. Made me conscious to make sure I am not any near the fandumb/hatedumb.
5. Scary black man? Okay. Killer robots? Eh. Cthulhu? Nothing too bad. Small name Wish fulfillment rude author with a big ego that written but not limit to canon defilement, double standards, failure of knowing the basics of how human bodies work, and lack of grammer? WHY?
............
198. It made me tried to be a Master of None.
199. I actually read the whole "TVTropes ruined my life. AND GOT THE REFERENCES WITHOUT HOVERING OVER THE LINKS." And admitting this might be copying it.
200. I had homework?
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~Fangirl-of-Ace Mar 23, 2012
TVtropes is a cruel mistress. We love it, yet hate it, yet are lost to its horrible, horrible beauty. (There are thirteen tabs of it open in my browser right now. Argh! Argh!)

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Delightfully conformist.
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~radda3 Mar 23, 2012
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~Fangirl-of-Ace Mar 23, 2012
Indeed.

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Delightfully conformist.
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~radda3 Mar 23, 2012
:U And I learned Sturgeon's law, so life is now less disappointing.
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~Fangirl-of-Ace Mar 23, 2012
Ahh yes, the different laws. I have no idea what they're called, but what they teach is clear...and Sturgeon's Law does make life less dissappointing. Or lowers your expectations, at least.

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Delightfully conformist.
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A Reflection On -- And In -- Rain It's raining.

The heavens are a sickly green, or possibly bright yellow...the clouds move so quickly, and when I tilt my head to change the flow of the light, it's put on a new dress like an overenthusiastic future prom queen. Curious. (Why are there prom queens when they don't have anything to rule? If it's just a symbolic position, why not Prom Princess? Since the prom only lasts one night, the queen probably wouldn't have time to die, although that may make way for political intrigue and murder. Oh, what people will do for a plastic tiara.)

...Oh yes, it's raining. Syringes, mostly. Some shatter as they fall, some stay intact, some have A Reflection On -- And In -- Rain by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
A Talk, Feat. Shameless Joy Darling, this won't be easy to say.
Nor will it be easy to hear.
You may have noticed I was out yesterday.
In fact, the whole previous year.

Darling, I've been seeing other people.
Well...that 'other' is wrong.
It shouldn't really surprise you.
You knew what this was all along.

I made you what you are today.
You know that that is true.
You can't expect me to be there
To take the tears from you.

Not always, honey. I'm no god.
Sometimes, it's all too much.
And I can't resist the pleasure
That lies in the forbidden touch.

I see the worry in your eyes
As you think that we are through
Close them again. Say what you want.
I will A Talk, Feat. Shameless Joy by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
3 Slow transformation.

Joints seize up and stop so slowly,
feet grow still,
she cannot run.

Blood stops flowing in her veins,
and a scream tries to escape her,
but she cannot even yell now,
vocal chords shaking to stillness.

Air being pushed out of lungs forms into a cry of "Ah...",
gasp of horror, not a yell yet,
she can never yell again.

Sound is choked to halt and silence, now a statue there remains.
Her last words are etched in copper:
I wish to live my life in gold.

---

Slow transformation.

Bones are creaking as they re-form,
hair turns red and burnt and yellow.
skin goes rippling, hair starts sprouting--
hair, 3 by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
A Reflection On Hustle-Bustle You are one among the fighters.
All so strong and calm in fury.
Knowing that the battle starts soon.
Knowing, resting--watching, waiting.

A bell sounds! And all are off now
Trampling others in the footsteps
Shearing, slashing, cutting, dashing
Racing on to hidden prizes

All of them are chosen.
All of them have pride.
All of them are pure of heart
With passion unbetrayed.

None is weaker than the others
Infinite potential here.
Still, there are but a few prizes
Too many to give to all.

Coincidence picks the winner
And it is not you, this day.
You escape, and flee to safety,
Fight again, some other way.A Reflection On Hustle-Bustle by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
A Joke (By Popular Demand) "You're complacent, that's your prouble. You allow yourself to get bullied. Then you cry a bit, then you go back to your life, and it continues like that. You think the world is a good place, and that might be partly true, but you're not prepared in case it's otherwise."

A sigh. "Yeah, but I can't...be otherwise. I can't turn out people like you. I can't stop thinking about people, even the...other people. I don't want to defend myself in case I hurt the one attacking me. I'm amazed that you manage to be how you--not in a bad way, I mean. I'm impressed. I'm impressed with that you manage to defend yourself."

A shrug. "Well, what can I say? A Joke (By Popular Demand) by ~Fangirl-of-Ace
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