An Unbalanced Equation

scientificillustration: bobcat skull and flytraps. Thanks for...

Wed, 22 May 2013 04:07:18 -0400

scientificillustration:

bobcat skull and flytraps.

Thanks for the submission Frank!

http://frankgonzales.net/home.html

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likeafieldmouse: Daehyun Kim 1. I Always Go Back to Me...

Tue, 21 May 2013 14:52:57 -0400

likeafieldmouse:

Daehyun Kim

1. I Always Go Back to Me (2010)

2. Please Take Care of This (2009)

3. Be With and Without Me (2009)

4. Face the Whole (2011)

5. Blow your Mind (2010)

6. Bright Darkness (2010)

7. You are Now (2013)

8. Faces that I Have to Face Before I Sleep (2010)

9. The Inner Inside (2009)

10. Weight of You (2009)

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meljika: by Gayle Palama

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meljika:

by Gayle Palama

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The man was never a constant. He was the missing variable, the...

Mon, 20 May 2013 12:11:44 -0400

The man was never a constant. He was the missing variable, the lost digit, the non-terminating decimal and the spiral of numbers that didn’t matter to anyone but the deranged mind that saw patterns in chaos and made sense of absurd. He has no intention to shift away, and a foot steps up in line with the other man’s, toe to toe.

“Sure you do. I picked out a cripple for a cripple. I’m certain your hours of self-pity are equally shared and treasured…”

thedoppelganger:

Brigitte Niedermair

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Drevover’s breath hitched, and he had to bite back his...

Mon, 20 May 2013 02:58:30 -0400

Drevover’s breath hitched, and he had to bite back his tongue, taste the copper, anything but the- “And a mess. It’s not much, does there- does there need to be more? Does there-” There was a bead of red on his lip from where his teeth ground flesh to fine, pink ribbons. It pressed against the corner of the younger man’s mouth before the barber could even realize what he was doing. He recoiled away, slave to the whiplike jolt of nerves across his spine; and his eyes were wild and dancing, his voice a terrified whisper.

“I think you should run now.”