Culturalrider

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Crushing Wall Machine by Culturalrider, literature

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Crushing Wall Machine

What the hell what's happening to me The walls are closing this wall closing machine A steel box with silver cords an oak coffin like relatives before I've anticipated eternal rest but I never expected it to be like this this crushing feeling constricting redness shuddering pressures on my beet-red face of persistent longanimity denied longevity the fruits of hard work never delivered why am I tortured by a system of fraudulency a sweet smelling flower the flytrap of society

The Rising part one by Culturalrider, literature

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The Rising part one

The psychs showed a swirling orbed incandescence, a black pupil and cornea of gold and pitch. Scarlet rays shined as the orb set, darkening a chalk blue backdrop. Sailing the whole length of the city aboard a smog board, Blair was excited. Life is fragile, flying 1,450 feet in the air, fearing the slightest short circuit of her board. It was mid afternoon, but the sun had set early in this city. Normally, during her aerial sport nothing could be seen but the bubbling vapors surrounding everything. But the lights could be seen, like the proudest resistant golden faces, neatly stacked on top of one another in this bureaucratic, yet ch

Therisingpart2 by Culturalrider, literature

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Therisingpart2

Down the sides of the building mixed with organs and silver, there it was, the Metamorphous Research Institute. An accommodating lobby sparsely occupied with dustless lab coats and eyes shifting. The walls wiped clean, the floors reflective, the aroma of sweet nothingness with a hint of rubbing alcohol. They entered the mirrored elevator. As soon as the doors closed they opened again. She entered the office, just a bunch of desks scattered about. Lura looked around the room, looking for someone. Lura pointed, "Your desk is over there, right by his. Hmm, Dustwell should be here by now. He's usually not late." "Okay. Thank you." Once

risingpart3hospitalvisit by Culturalrider, literature

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risingpart3hospitalvisit

She left, later finding herself asking for directions. "So the hospital isn't far?" "It's, um, three blocks down," he said, pointing with his cigarette finger, "so, how about dinner later tonight?" "Um, I'm leaving town tonight," she said. She lied, not really interested in the burden of listening to a guy's nonsense about how great he is. The stranger chuckled. "Nobody ever taught Hendrake that rule." He was a smoker anyway. He'll die soon from his habits. It was a distinct voice talking in her head. "Oh, okay. Thank you," Blair said turning away from him and walked away quickly, wondering if that was actually a voice she

risingpart4pitt by Culturalrider, literature

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risingpart4pitt

Back at Metamorphous Blair wondered what happened to Dustwell. She realized she hadn't asked him who stabbed him or why he was stabbed. It slipped her mind. Blair entered the pale skinned Hendrake's office to find him staring at his computer. "I'm very busy right now." He kept his eyes fixed on the computer screen. Blair noticed the room was even darker. What light was there reflected off the carpeting and furniture casting a burgundy glow. "Just telling you I'm back from my break. Are you aware there's no one else on this floor? I didn't see a receptionist either." "I'm too busy to be interrupted every five seconds. Go back

risingpart5busride by Culturalrider, literature

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risingpart5busride

She sat down next to a racehorse beast of a woman, tall and black with a long braid dangling aggressively down the side of her neck. Blair read the documents Dustwell had given her on the bus. She knew what she would hear in response to her decision. Endlessly she would hear agonizing questions from her father. He would pick apart this whole situation, the time and money wasted. But a part of her hoped for that he would, instead of the other alternative, his loveless stares. There was a nice introduction to the next article. One kind author was introducing how another author was the foremost expert on genetic engineering and prospecti

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United States
Deviant for 19 years
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Favourite photographer: they're all watching us
Favourite style of art: all
Operating System: blood, flesh, organs
MP3 player of choice: resounding booms, the endless pulsation
Shell of choice: ones without souls
Wallpaper of choice: those confining
Skin of choice: >.>; joelle's
Personal Quote: run away... run away...

Favourite Visual Artist

the only one

Favourite Games

my name, written in blood

Favourite Gaming Platform

huh

Tools of the Trade

screaming, endless screaming

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Altura, deepness, intensity, thought process

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Culturalrider

Nov 9, 2008

Sketchinghouse

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sketchinghouse.com This is a great website that is budding. Please visit it.

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Culturalrider

Oct 29, 2007

Tag me why don't you.

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Name: Charlie Birthplace: Rockfield, IL Birthday: 05/27/85 Gender: male Eye Color: Brown Hair Color: Dark Brown Height: 5'5 Righty or Lefty: Lefty Zodiac Sign: Gemini Elemental Sign: Air Chinese Zodiac Sign: Ox LAYER TWO: Your heritage: Norwegian The shoes you wore today: Sneakers Your fears: the future Your perfect meal: shrimp and rice Goal you'd like to achieve: understand as much as possible LAYER THREE: What is... Your first thought waking up?: Ah! Run! Late! Your best physical feature?: Hair Your bedtime?: 3am Your most missed memory?: My first kiss with ~altura LAYER FOUR: Do you prefer... Pepsi or Coke?: peps

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Culturalrider

Jan 20, 2006

Projects

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1. "Paul's Implant" sent to Analog.  Main goal is to get exposure.  :meditate: Going to be submitting Paul's Implant once I get off my lazy ass and find my flash drive.  *stares at flashdrive on desk* 2. Figure out what I'm going to do with my other story that I wrote spur of the moment Monday called "Rorex".  An entire short story in one day is a record for me ^_^  :party: Will probably submit tonight  :blush: Its one of those stories where you're not 100% sure if its good or not and fear rereading it and realizing it sucks. 3. Started a third story which I temporarily entitled "Therapeutic."  It started off as a revision of "The Neuralcro