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The People Sale by silenceinnumbers, literature

untitled -work in progress- by silenceinnumbers, literature

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untitled -work in progress-

It was with the sculptured grace, and a gait most would call experience with which she walked toward the waiting cab. She ducked her head, and tucked her legs in with one deft motion. Not revealing a hint of the potential social blunder made most popular by avidly photographed Hollywood starlettes these days. Though she was far less popular, entering a car wearing a skirt without underwear was the same kind of dangerous, no matter how famous you were. “South street seaport." she said, plainly, in lieu of any kind of salutary gesture. The driver offered a labored sigh in lieu of response, as he shifted the cab into gear. The meter clic

Travel By Television by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Travel By Television

"There's no room in this country for old men" He said this to nobody in particular, but the boy, being the only other person in the room, he new it was for him. Someone somewhere far off and more glamorous than the living room said something about the zesty orange flavor of tang. the sound of his voice spilling over onto the edges of the living room, threatening to breach the kitchen, where sounds of pans being stacked in size order before being put away, spoke distinctly of the meticulous nature of the person cleaning. The boy looked up at the sound of it. Away from the intense draw of tang, and watched his somber age stained hands as th

A Day Underground by silenceinnumbers, literature

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A Day Underground

It isn't exactly the most natural thing. Walking down into the earth, down dirty stairs, with yellowing wooden handles older than the oldest person you know, to be whisked away through dark tunnels and winding intersections. Racing through the abyss with only headlights and rails to guide you to your destination. A poorly laminated floor the only thing separating thousands of people a day from the darkness right below their soles. Cracking and bubbling with age and poor craftsmanship. The new York city subway system. a hundred years in the making, would unnerve the most stable of suburban souls. Even Dante would shutter at the imp

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Precipitation by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Precipitation

The man on the news said it was going to rain today. Whenever they say that I always think of how they know it's going to rain that day. I think sometimes they guess because sometimes it doesn't rain when they say it will. My grandpa used to say his trick knee hurt when it was about to rain. Maybe the man on the TV has a knee that does tricks too. Some of the other kids who live where I live hate it when it rains. But I love it. I think its because their rules might be different from my rules. I'm not allowed to go out when it's nice outside, Because everybody is out there, and momma doesn't want the whole neighborhood knowing our business.

The Longest Shower by silenceinnumbers, literature

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The Longest Shower

The water was hot. God, it was hot. Probably the hottest water I'd ever felt. I wasn't gonna say jack shit about it though. I wasn't gonna move out of it neither. As far as showers go this was my first real one in two weeks that felt more like 2 eons. One boy. One bar of soap. Hot water. No guards. No fights. I was happy that the only blood running down the drain was old. From ancient souvenirs of the 39 days prior. 1 day passed out in an empty lot at the intersection Broome and Hester with a 6-inch knife through my thigh. 1 day in the hospital, and 37 days in the hands of people deemed caretakers. Minus the care, earned me 4 minor stab wo

Nights Bleed by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Nights Bleed

So yea. I'm fucking dying. My body refuses to shut itself off for longer than the 3 or so hours it needs to survive the day. Nothing is working. Sleeping pills fuck me totally up. Warm milk gives me the icks. Lying in bed bores me to death, but not to sleep. Last night was one of those breaking point moments. One of those moments where you say "I've got nothing to lose ill try this." Last night I decided short-circuiting my body was a really good idea. I took the bike out of the basement for the first time in about a year. Shit cost me $1500 and I don't touch it. I took it out. Got dressed, loaded my book bag and started to ride. It was 1:3

LowLights by silenceinnumbers, literature

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LowLights

Low light and high expectations. Is there anything as thrilling as the first four steps into a stranger's bedroom? Or the first four steps into your own with your hand extended backwards at a slight angle, latched on and leading someone into your private existence. Low light. Soft curves. Baited breath. The sheen of a fine layer of liquid nervousness just glossing the surface of skin. Lime and bergamot incense hovering like pinprick beacons beckoning you back to a place of safety. High expectations. Unasked questions Unanswered requests. Estimates made while clothed met or missed. Your reasoning doesn't matter here. Your disguise

Forever and Ever Amen by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Forever and Ever Amen

You stand facing a crowd of your peers, in this, the sixteenth hour of your twenty-first year. They all begin to say something, their faces all contorted in the birth of speech. And your world stops. This is instant enlightenment. This is your day at the karmic ATM. You are leaving behind every ounce of being a boy, to be greedily inhaled by the boys who come after you and you are inheriting every bit of manhood from pirates and Vikings and Al Bundy. You are a man today. You can drink and. And vote. You can buy pornography. You can buy cigarettes, and you can pay pretty women, predominantly made of after market parts to place their well-oiled

Untitled 843 by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Untitled 843

I roll to avoid it as it bleeds through the shutters. Cutting through the reasoning and rationales. Casting its truth on everything. Her soft brown skin, illuminated curves. The lies that allowed us to wake up in the same bed in the first place. Auburn hair flowing gently, slowly over her shoulders. Morning guilt wrapped in scattered sheets. The heavy honey brown of her eyes that I'd never noticed before. Remorse in clothing tossed about. Remembering these sunlit moments. It's hard to think it'll ever happen again. You\'re better than this. Keep telling yourself that. And have a little hope, that in the flickering hours of the af

Gravity by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Gravity

An "Oh" is silently murmured by himself to himself. A silent affirmation of a sudden realization that the clasp he has so desperately been grasping for is actually located on the front of her bra. He readjusts his fingers from the searching mode they were in to the open handed caressing mode he needs them to be in. instant improvisation. He rubs he back from the center, over the straps, to the small she makes a slight sigh. Had he chose to read it; he would have though it to be relief, a cathartic sigh of respite He didn't read into it though. Too busy trying not to seem inexperienced. For now, getting what he wants is no longer first on the

Event Horizon by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Event Horizon

I want to call you a crush. It was April in the year I turned 16. You wore a shutdown sweatshirt and a shy smile. You smelled like summer picnics and street fairs. You said your name was none of my business. But I planned to make it more than that. I want to call you puppy love. I didn't think my doorbell would ring that night. "I'll be home. Come on over." It was robotic in nature. A common courtesy. "Ill stop by if I get a chance." You didn't miss a beat. Jungle remixes and john woo movies. I was making my mark on the world with Dolby pro logic 5.1 I was carving out my aural niche with a breakbeat hammer and a chisel made fr

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He gazes silently at her, watching as she lifts her spoon to her lips,slowly. I can remember the moment I fell in love with you, he says softly and nearly trance-like. She stares at him oddly and replies, and me eating yogurt inspired this trip down memory lane how? Her eyes skimming over the label, as she reads the list of ingredients off. AH! I've got it, it was the absorbic acid wasn't it? Nothing says love, like absorbic acid. She offers up a cheeky grin in apology,and mouths I love you to him. To a casual onlooker it's just two people in love, having breakfast. Reflecting back on casual moments, when they realized they were more t

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Dry Clean Only by silenceinnumbers, literature

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Dry Clean Only

There is nothing on earth I abhor more than laundry day. It is the eater of a thousand productive hours, the devourer of days on end. Each moment of procrastination, from the point at which you first start looking very carefully at a shirt that any rational person would discredit as dirty, to the point where you no longer have any other underwear to turn inside out feeds the beast, waiting for that enviable day off, when you naively think to yourself: "Well, I've got a little time to kill, might as well do a little laundry." Next thing you know, it's 10 years later and the man who used to be the kid next door is going through your pockets,

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About silenceinnumbers

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Apr 13
United States
Deviant for 20 years
www.facebook.com/shonee.strother
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Current Residence: New york city
Favourite genre of music: whatever.
Favourite photographer: Riis.
Favourite style of art: please.
Operating System: what?
MP3 player of choice: my pod is an I pod.
Shell of choice: sea?
Wallpaper of choice: seriously?
Favourite cartoon character: Charlie Brown. we have a similarity thing going on.
Personal Quote: "if you can't, dont."

Favourite Visual Artist

Jason Sho Green, Sarah Michet.

Favourite Movies

If i had a favorite id be just as boring as everyone else

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The decemberists maybe? who knows.

Favourite Writers

Jonathan lethem

Favourite Games

I've been playing a lot of shadowrun.

Favourite Gaming Platform

360

Tools of the Trade

my pen, my heart, my notebook, and my love.

Other Interests

Drinking, writing, fucking, and getting my heart broken.

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silenceinnumbers

Jun 19, 2012

Devious Journal Entry

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Let me start by saying that I completely understand the allowance of support animals on Jet Blue flights, but my recent trip to Cancun on your airline has left an EXTREMELY sour taste in my mouth and may have even caused me to give up using your airline all together. My wife, son and I boarded a flight to Cancun with a layover in Miami. as the attendants spoke, safety was addressed, products and meals were offered,flight time was announced, and the cabin doors were closed, and we took off. my eyes began to itch and water uncontrollably, and started to swell. my breathing was labored and we had no idea what was going on. my sons skin began to

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silenceinnumbers

May 10, 2008

Art means never having to say you're sorry@apt

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Art means a lot of things to a lot of people.  To us here at apt, its pretty simple its the unrelenting, unapologetic pursuit of awesome. Its making someone look at something and say holy shit by any means necessary. Its making someones head explode with the sheer force of your creativity alone, with no remorse. Art  means never having to say youre sorry. As usual, spring time brings to apt a new harvest of amazing talent Bishop 203- If youve ever wanted to hop a train yard and throw a bottom to top burner on an old 6 train, youll know where bishop is coming from. An apt virgin, Bishop

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silenceinnumbers

Apr 3, 2008

Wow.

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I have the third most popular Non-fiction piece on DeviantArt. Color me impressed with myself.

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i lurk!

stop lurking. come out and play.

screamandsugar

Dec 14, 2009

you first! how is shonee? i somewhat miss you, sir.

silenceinnumbers

Dec 15, 2009

lies. add me on facebook

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PedoBearr

Nov 3, 2008

Shoneeeeeeeeeeee

Hey its me, Your nephew. im surprised of how many articles of you are on google O.O

irkadirka

Apr 29, 2008

okay, on myspace, i have posted a few links to some of the things that you have written, and i got no response back. i didnt even think that anyone would pay attention to something titled "people, read these!!!" or something like that.
but someone did. i was over my cousins house on saturday and we were on the trampoline. then my cousin constantine walks outside and asks me about this bulletin i posted long ago, asking if i remember it. i said that yes, i do remember. he asked me if i could send him the links again because he was reading the one called "The Longest Shower" and he said that it was absolutely amazing. but his computer crashed so he had to restart it and couldnt get the links again. he said "this guy better write a book, cuz its gonna be amazing" i told him id most definitely send him the links. he also liked the one called "A Day Underground"
i know you dont know me at all, but i just thought ud like to know that. keep up the work!

patiencepatients

Nov 25, 2007

i recognize the last lines of your poem "love is a warm gun." they are written at the base of the ballast point pier in tampa, florida. did you write them there? if not, someone else, inspired by you, wrote them. i can't find those words anywhere on the internet other than in your poem (which i really like.) so, i guess i just wanted to know if you wrote them, because i've actually been wondering about it for years...