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Dune: House Zepherin by Castellanox7, literature

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Dune: House Zepherin

Ordoa: (n)Opportunity cost. Slang primarily used on the former planet Strythemore (now Draconis IV). Often invoked to evaluate alternatives during an impasse. Being on the “losing” side of an Ordoa is often seen as dishonorable: the individual is seen as not placing the well-being of the group ahead of the alternative. -PRINCESS IRULAN: Index, A History of Former Houses Time is Money. -OLD TERRAN SAYING I will most certainly be invoked! Footsteps clattered across the old Terran marble ballroom. The first time that a member of the Sinan family would be summoned to the Grand Palladio, the great palace of House Zepherin., he would

Riverboat casino: by Castellanox7, literature

Wait... you wrote about WHAT? by Castellanox7, literature

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Wait... you wrote about WHAT?

You--could have cured cancer. You--might have established world peace I could have loved you dearly --or crushed you under my feet like the brat you are. You could have fixed the economy --been the elusive, shining, honorable CEO-- ----kept me comfortable in my later years. Or you could have been a real-life Scarface. You might have been a star football player You could have stayed out of trouble, or You might have become the world’s greatest Poker player-- --but I called your all-in bluff. I blew up your world, killed your children, raped your wife-- --or husband, I don’t discriminate. I pounded you into that sweet su

More Froggy by Castellanox7, literature

Life and Times of Joe Satchmo by Castellanox7, literature

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Life and Times of Joe Satchmo

I drive the cabs on the South Side: Been shot at, been swore at, even been a White knight for a broken prom queen. But I dares ya--go ‘head Just try ta’cross me. Y’Get in my cab, my home And I lets ya talk, slur, drink And mess up the China, y’dig? S’all right, you go on home-- Home to ya’fake lives, Y’addictions and wives Your children and your lies. Just… let me sit outside… Y’tell your clients, your hookers, ya bosses, “I know the city-- like no other” Trouble is… the city Knows you. Takes a certain kind of soul, To enjoy the riff of a saxophone… …

Cappuccino Confessionals by Castellanox7, literature

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Cappuccino Confessionals

Cappuccino Confessionals “I need a grande dry cappuccino, 4 sugar, now.” “I had to wait four months to figure out if my son was going to survive” “But the last person didn’t have to see their ID” “That really disagreed with me; I was sick for hours! It was Awesome, man!” “Grab a box of sleeves, they’re underneath…” “Good Lord, has it been just two hours since you ate?” “I didn’t want to spend the money, but it looks just so cute.” “Sorry, did everything go alright?” “So I told her that’s not a house, that’s my mother!

Recovery 'n Rehab by Castellanox7, literature

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Recovery 'n Rehab

Let me stand. Take my hand Help me up. Pardon the rhyme But It’s now my time. I have a problem, not with the world. Nor with your life, I have a problem, not with your child, not with your mind. I may not always see, I may not always agree: I know not the struggles you’ve seen, You deserve not the assault I’ve sent. But now I stand, bridges Burning Around me. No escape, no thought. I had no plan, and torched it all, I’m trapped here Inhaling smoke, feeling the char, collapsing in pain. “I’ll burn that when I get there”, I challenged the World. But the World challenged back. I didn’t

How Do i Get Beyond That Door? by Castellanox7, literature

Alamogordo by Castellanox7, literature

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Alamogordo

Deep in the desert of Alamogordo two lights shine out to me; A solitary sand-walker. Two lights shine out, each a brilliant Turquoise Jewel braving the sandy wind. "Reach for me," "Come to me." They glisten and beckon. As I grasp—reach—desire The jewels become eyes: Turquoise Eyes of a princess, Sovereign of the sands, of the night, of the dunes. She stands before me, face gleaming in the moonlight. Her hair, her dress billows black, fading into the starless sky. A knowing smile, a little peck upon the cheek, and a soft whisper, lips edging close to my ear, "Close your eyes." a rush of wind, a rattle of springs. I wa

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Subway Secrets by Castellanox7, literature

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Subway Secrets

A crowded subway clitter-clatters through the desolate tunnel, As I turn my head from its resting spot against the window: The man next to me shuffles silently in his sleep, snoring, An ailing, arthritic grandmother clacks her knitting needles in time with the car's wheels. Two teen boys lean against each other; their inching fingertips creep across their laps, grasp tightly, A warm touch--love's first embrace. I hear the small talk of a local gang looking for a fight; the leader scans the car with deadly black eyes. A young girl walks up and down the car, singing a rhyme with her dolly, her parent fast asleep. She wanders towards t

Escape Me by Castellanox7, literature

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Escape Me

Three people exist in a small corner: The psychoanalyst, Celest, is Tall, slender, with ocean blue orbs—not eyes, And long, snowy hair beset with Raven streaks. Graceful, Autonomous, Androgynous. The badass, Dante, Fishnet covers muscular arms— Armed with an abused, neurotic mind. A red bandana holds up green spiked hair Above steel eyes. Indifferent, Vengeful, Demonic. The beaten soul, Sanada, being yelled at to Stop Crying. --Cerulean hair-- and small in stature, sits against the wall hugging knees; the blue iris contrasts sharply with tear-ridden Red Eyes. Harmless, Sensitive, Scared. The first holds the latter, th

Bondage by Castellanox7, literature

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Bondage

The sounds of chains fill the air, The stench of burned flesh permeates my nostrils, I see the feet dangle in pools of blood, Their respective bodies shackled to the wall, In the next room I can hear the screams of us. I am drug into a small room, the stench used to induce the gagging… They will throw me down ,shackle me to the floor, Only to have my arms and knees hold me up. They will come behind me and whip my bare back, Bruising and cutting my flesh open with their sinister foxes, I will hold back screams and they will ask why I fight, I say nothing in response and watch as they begin their next ritual, They warm metal rods i

Angelus Errare by Castellanox7, literature

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Angelus Errare

Come with me To a place far away Open your mind. Take my hand, And I will lead you Through this blind, bleak, black land we call Consciousness. "Don't get comfy Don't lose guard." Your eyes see, up ahead-- A room of some sort-- almost within your reach as I push you into it. Ignore that sinking feeling, As you take the first step, There was no floor. Land into a spider web; Each opalescent strand meets to form a Mesh-like net. --This is-- --Your mind's last defense— --And it's giving under our weight.-- "Don't get comfy Don't lose guard" The mesh will rip And we will fly, We will swim through Caribbean-blue skies

Death of Blue by Castellanox7, literature

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Death of Blue

Saxophone smooth in a three-piece suit see Blue—sliding down the street with Red—the soft ivory tickler, swaying to the sound of a soulful brass call, shooting through the city boulevards. Blue whispers soft sexy sounds in Red's ear, sliding his arm 'round her waist Smelling her off-brand French perfume Scent. Enter Green, still himself with envy, as he slides behind the two, Snide comments simmering in his head, "She's my smooth, soft, sexy sheba." Green shouts, snatching their attention like a bad riff. Blue shifts his arm out, silencing Green, "You've nothing but an edge Green. Lay off the speakeasys and juice-joints. Don't

Sensory Deprivation by Castellanox7, literature

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Sensory Deprivation

It would seem to me, that if I took this Plastic spoon that lay in my hand, And gouge out your eyeball and set it upon the table, That Xanadu* would envelop me. Out from that porcelain mirror would fly out things that would make Dali and Freud mad. Ouiji boards made from melted clocks, Suspended into space by women's undergarments. I drop the spoon to pick up the Ouiji cursor, take Atwood's famed, '…twist further…' into a myriad of Roman ruins**, crammed into a Howitzer, under A Venetian apocalyptic sky. Or borrow a line from Woolf herself: Pose as Mrs. Gray, twitching like a Marionette*** As the pentacle falls down;

Decay by Castellanox7, literature

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Decay

Is there is a time in the life of every sheet of paper, in Which the cells say, "No more, here I will decay."? And when that happens, will our filth-filled Extremities (with sheer Trepidation) fear for their lives and carry them? Will we carry them and place these cells in specially- Locked bookcases to--- Shield themselves from the world? And If the cells within paper die, Then the cells within our own Filth-Filled Extremities Must Go about the same process. And if this happens, then our filth-filled Family will have to place ourselves in our own little Locked Bookcases. And since we must have to go through this process

Upon Candlelight by Castellanox7, literature

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Upon Candlelight

I bend down, stealing the glass container, Brooding upon the wax within its cylinder prison --my foot hits cool grass. Lighting the candle casts an ominous prospect upon my eyes, As it illuminates the towering pines.--- They themselves the bitter envy of their Unfortunate… …snow swept… …naked, Counterparts, which loom over my frozen backbone, frozen from fear. To play in the flame's wax, And dip my fingers in swirls Is like time spiraling away Only to break apart— and slide into An artic field of memories forgotten. The stars above-- in all their radiant glory, not tonight--

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dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love. by spyed, literature

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dArama - ISSUE ONE - Love.

The dynamic between core staff, volunteer staff, and the community can at times be pure quality dArama. It's worth noting that for years I've worked pretty hard to remain neutral on community politics. Today, I'm going to shatter that concept. Needless to say, I am extremely politically aware of the inner workings of the deviantART community. I read *a lot* of journals, comments, forums, chat rooms. I have fake accounts. I spy. But I don't spend my time talking politics, instead I focus internally at deviantART designing technologies and implementing understandings with core staff to address the issues I see pop up. It's time to take a mo

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Dune: House Zepherin by Castellanox7, literature

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Royal Naval Dockyard by Castellanox7, visual art

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Current Residence: Western Maryland
Favourite genre of music: trance
Operating System: Winxp
MP3 player of choice: iPod Classic
Personal Quote: The difference between Genius and Insanity is measured only by success.

Favourite Visual Artist

Dali

Favourite Movies

Clue, The Hours, Oceans 11 & 12

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Bond

Favourite Writers

Virginia Woolf, Poe, Sylvia Plath

Favourite Gaming Platform

PS2

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Jazz, Sade, Trance, Writing

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Castellanox7

Jul 29, 2009

chich-cha boom

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Castellanox7

Sep 30, 2008

Nothing

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This is nothing. You are reading nothing. I just wrote nothing He was looking over my shoulder, when I wrote nothing. We were writing nothing, when it hit me. I will write nothing.

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Castellanox7

Sep 16, 2006

KH2

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Not that any'll read this... I finished KH2 (a lil late, i know) and thought it so-so over KH1. Anyway, i wanted to write something about it...but i wanna make sure everything is cannon/good enough for government work. It's got a new type of "body" (i may call'em "Somebodies" just for the hell of it, and cause i can't help myself =D ) Which are a lot like Naiminé and Roxas. After the mass expulsion of hearts from the overload of DiZ's machine, the hearts were mutated from the heartless Pete and Malificent were battling. Some went back to "heal" Kingdom Hearts, while the rest were mutated. These mutations have a little more of a brain, a