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2 my bff jill by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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2 my bff jill

If the day presents itself that we are no longer friends, when this song comes on, think of me. Leaf through old photos, and sneer at our stupid faces--roll your eyes at my yellow teeth, frown at my double chin. Oh, go on, be free-- this song should remind you of how, all I cared about was Saturday nights, word counts, and how tight his jeans were. Visit new places, meet new people: A friend with a cleft chin, a fear of needles, and a penchant for vinyl records. Everytime this song comes on, I promise I will loathe how we rolled the windows down, arched against the seatbelts, threw our hands up: "Damn, man, I love this song." You're b

Last call by Comrade-Kelly, literature

All hurts for a western heart: by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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All hurts for a western heart:

You are a fountain; babbling, gorgeous, expectant. You are a fountain; a constant circulation of water, a rupture of life, a sanction of deferred dreams. I find your flow to be sincere, your stones solid. I am a shooting star; distant, audacious, disconsolate. I am a shooting star; soaring without purpose, destination unknown, I'm going out west. You are a fountain; I drop pennies and think of you.

Ho-ho by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Ho-ho

I am Santa's laughter; mirthful, bearded. Ho! I chuckle down your chimney, creeping low, dragging cheer like a burden behind me. I am Santa's laughter; lurking, sleuthing. Ho! Find me in your stocking, diamond peals and rough titteration. I am Santa's laughter; forced, and contrived. A blue-eyed thief tickled me from the belly of a rich Turk, whose pockets guffawed at the jingle of coins, meant for good little whores, to save them from boys. I am Santa's laughter; you know me well. Ho! Cookie crumbs cacchinate as spoilt milk slides across split sides; Santa cannot resist.

WIP Untitled by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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WIP Untitled

I loved the wolf, who was a man who loved the bird, that fluttered in my chest boisterous, beatific, blind trapped deep in the rib cage dark as a coal mine be free, canary said the man beat, beat, beat twittered the bird hold fast growled the wolf, th man's teeth upon the nape. Canary soar hard up the red ribbon channel, freedom on my last exhale beat, beat, beat, the canary twitters into the mouth of the man, of the wolf who loved me

What Homer Never Said by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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What Homer Never Said

Oh, Muse! He's a romantic! Let's give him dark, so starry eyes, at night he writes of her soft breasts, sinking ships, planes, hearts. It is winter, without her warm skin, soft, what secrets shall he leak, without her slender, charcoal stained fingers pressed to his mouth? He longs for the day, when they will be united as one, as more than one, four legs, four arms, two hands shall meet for the first time, two mouths shall sigh, "Finally." He's a romantic, and she's just a drifter;her fingers smell of tobacco ashes She only knows how to draw a boy with supernova eyes. She draws lands cold and unknown, and her sig

Who do you want to forget? 5 by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Who do you want to forget? 5

Your dad shook my hand, and held me tight for an odd amount of seconds, the night of your funeral. It started as a handshake, his fingers curling around mine, my finger rubbing against his wedding band-- strong arms wrapping around my somber frame, and he shook me, as if to wake me. As if to remind me, you wouldn't be back; Caroline wails in the background, "It's not right. It shouldn't have mattered." He sobbed in my freshly oiled hair to thank me for knowing you. And even though, I knew it would be a closed casket, the bullet chewing through your skull in closed captioning I wore a low cut shirt, to remind you of what you

Who do you want to forget? 4 by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Who do you want to forget? 4

Attempt #4 In a love song, I am not, yet Papa, you brought home a hooker with my name. A friend, you called her, and she looked younger than my mother. She had long fake nails, they curved and bent to an acrylic rhythm. Her mouth was outlined in black, eyebrows thin, breasts high. She was born with a stick of gum in her mouth, stuffed between her cheeks, each syllable popping, bottom lip dipping low, jaw grinding, Her neck followed the pattern of her enunciation, "Hey ba-beh, hey." She stooped down low, I stared at her big bright yellow toenail, sticking out of her stilettos. She lowered herself to all fours, befo

Who do you want to forget? 3 by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Who do you want to forget? 3

Attempt #3 Spiky tufts of blond hair, your little diamond earring. Your eyes matched the bright blue rubber bands on your braces--they took my breath away. I wore bright blue sports bras, and tried to run for miles, got a few blocks started wheezing, and needed my inhaler. Guys, wait up. Cuzin's best friend, and I don't like you. (Just your smile.) We're the same, wedgie on Monday, I'll chase you on Tuesday, I rented you at recess: dodgeball, kickball, soft ball, and we caught catepillars (they'll evolve, you said.) One of the guys, did your breasts ache, too? One of you, I won't cry if you hit me. I won't. Cuzi

Who do you want to forget? II by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Who do you want to forget? II

Attempt # 2 My name ain't in a love song, and for that I will never forgive. There was this time, when you were desperate (most of the time) and you asked me to cry. -Come on, baby. Cry quick. Make your dad feel bad. I tried to cry, I pulled my eyelids apart until I had big moon eyes, and stared into space. -Quick, punch me. You hesitated, and perhaps, for a moment, you remembered that you were my mother. But, I think it was when you felt the twitch, you remembered you were first an addict, and punched me in the gut like I stole something. Grasping, tiny hands clenching for air, as I sank to my knees. I gave a

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2 my bff jill by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Last call by Comrade-Kelly, literature

All hurts for a western heart: by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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All hurts for a western heart:

Ho-ho by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Ho-ho

WIP Untitled by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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WIP Untitled

What Homer Never Said by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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What Homer Never Said

Who do you want to forget? 5 by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Who do you want to forget? 5

Who do you want to forget? 4 by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Who do you want to forget? 4

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All hurts for a western heart: by Comrade-Kelly, literature

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Dec 18
United States
Deviant for 16 years
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Comrade-Kelly's Frequently Asked Questions

1. ur rlly fien, A/S/L?
19 | Chick | MD

2. wat do u do in ur fre tiem?
Drink out of the carton, read, attempt to grow the world's sweetest 'stache, and write (sometimes.)

3. y u on dA?
A long, long time ago someone asked me to make an account and idle in a room. I did. I'm still idling.

4. Hey, you sound awesome. I want a piece of that:
You can find me on dAmn, unless, I'm...not...there? But, I respond well to notes! On dAmn, you can find me peddling chat in #treefort, #skinART, and the like. And if you just want to generally shoot the breeze with me, hit me up in #devART.

5. is it still tru u got the sweetest motherflippin' @$$?
Lemme check (this may take a while)...
Affirmative.

Current Residence: Limbo.
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium.
Favourite genre of music: Sweet beats.
Shell of choice: Snail.
Skin of choice: Lamb.
Favourite cartoon character: Mr. Mustachio.
Personal Quote: "Curse this inevitable betrayal!"

Favourite Movies

Monsters, Inc.

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Brand New | Thursday

Favourite Writers

Ludacris.

Favourite Games

Twister.

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Comrade-Kelly

Nov 25, 2009

IF YOU SEE A NATIVE AMERICAN, SAY THANK YOU.

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I hope everyone is well. :) Miss you guys. While having a conversation with JeskaBot (https://www.deviantart.com/jeskabot) and mykel (https://www.deviantart.com/mykel) about how to destroy people, I drew this: Time passes, but nothing has changed! :D Have good Thanksgivings! :)

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Comrade-Kelly

Aug 31, 2009

Woah, I've never seen this before!

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A tick in front of my name? :flirty: Well, I'll be! I was given the opportunity to help be on, and become a part of a great team. It was freakin' awesome. I can hear my carpool honking for school (first day back, today), but just want to thank fourteenthstar (https://www.deviantart.com/fourteenthstar) & Tachy-on (https://www.deviantart.com/tachy-on) for everything and all my fantastic team mates who took the time to get to know me, and help me out. :D Recently, I've been taking on a lot of stuff, and I can't be around as much as I'd love to be. It happens. :) But, stay in contact, guys! I love twitter. http://twitter.com/pterosaur o/ So, kiss my tick, and tell me I'm fabulous. :D No, really, I'm fabulous, right? :|

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Comrade-Kelly

Aug 27, 2009

I'm doodling again! Tell me what to draw.

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I finally got a new computer, and so, I'm starting to doodle again. Give me prompts to doodle! :D Tell me how your summers have been? Any plans for this fall?