i suppose i'm officially done with DA.
i wrote all of this stuff...submitted all of these things...when i was still in high school. and, looking back on how angsty it all is, that fact is very obvious. i was younger than, everything seemed so melodramatic, and i certainly cannot argue with the fact that falling in love for the first time and, as a result, also going through your first true heartbreak, can provide an amazing well of inspiration for art.
but all of that is years behind me now. to me, it feels as if it has been much longer...decades...a whole other life, even. but it's over. i healed from that some time ago.
i'm 18 now. i work my ass off every day at a job i enjoy, i'm spending my free time hanging out with my best friends who, like me, went through their whole "SOME BASTARD BROKE MY HEART SO I'M GONNA GO OUT AND PARTY AND FUCK EVERYONE IN SIGHT!!!" phase much earlier than most of the kids our age. so, while they are just now discovering the joys of partying and whoring themselves about, we prefer to spend our friday nights wandering around downtown, going out to dinners, and watching movies. it sounds boring to a lot of people, i know...but honestly, we're closer now than we ever were when we were 16 year old alcoholics. and it's fulfilling.
(and, just in case
you ever read this...i wasn't calling you a bastard up there. you know i accept you.)
the whole point of this is, having almost fully excorcised all of my demons in this past year, i have nothing left to say. poetry was always more of a therapeutic thing for me, anyway. and i really no longer have the time, nor the desire to log on here everyday to clear my inbox. i only got on here today on a whim. just to see... and, i mean, it IS telling that i've done nothing but post blogs on here in the last year ayway.
i've enjoyed being a part of DA, i've enjoyed getting to know some of you, and the reception from all of you was great. i'm just older now, much different from who i was when i did all of this, and i've moved on from it all. those of you who know me personally, you know my cell number. hit me up. as for the rest of you? thanks, love ya, PEACE!
haha...
-quinten
Devious Comments
Why don't you join the poetry contest from [link] ?
It's free and every nitwit such as myself who enters gets a small gift
but someone like you might win one of their $10 000 or $100 000 prizes.
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one day in the not to far future.. hopefully
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A man once told Voltaire "Life is hard." He replied "Compared to what."
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boy i have told you once dont call me kid. BOY
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A man once told Voltaire "Life is hard." He replied "Compared to what."
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A man once told Voltaire "Life is hard." He replied "Compared to what."
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A man once told Voltaire "Life is hard." He replied "Compared to what."
so hott.
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Of course it is unfair to compare Adolf Hitler and George W. Bush: Hitler was actually elected.
"JUST SAY NO TO TOAST"
Are rats eating out in your childs medicine cabinet? RATS ON RITTALIN NEXT ON SICK SAD WORLD!
YOU call it addiction, I call it
So touching, I cried. Several times.
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The fact that no one understands you doesn't mean you're an artist.
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Speak when everyone is silent
Ih before I forget, nice to meet you
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98% of the teenage population does or has tried smoking pot. If you're one of the 98% who has, copy & paste this in your signature.
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A man once told Voltaire "Life is hard." He replied "Compared to what."
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... and the fave-whore strikes again...
"don't touch my pom-pom, kupo!"
=WordoftheWeek ~atheists
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a sly little angel
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Speak when everyone is silent
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conscience n.
The awareness of a moral or ethical aspect to one's conduct together with the urge to prefer right over wrong: Let your conscience be your guide.
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