Sweet JesusI'll be releasing things I've written here, I lost whatever "skills" I used to have with photoshop a long time ago. Hopefully some of you guy sort of like a few things I release here.
Myles Phenn
Of Pictures and Hats Revised
Newest
FlowersThe church was the same,Flowers
But the faces were wilted Like straight petals dying in the summer sun. And everyone was suited
In the black and white of your old
Photographs Standing rank and file like the soldiers
Of a master gardener. Our expressions looked Like Private Johnny (Or Jim,
They’re all supposed to be the same?) We watched the priest talk and we watched him pray We sang hymns while up front you lay In that final oak bed That no one would enjoy
Finally the service was done And we drove like army ants
To see you off in
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Journey Down a Soldier's FaceBirthed, emerging from The eye, I, Slalom around scarsJourney Down a Soldier's Face
(And over pores) Around scratches and scabs Into a dirty brown forest With grains of sand Or particles of soot Or just dried blood (Maybe it’s his)
Wetting it imperceptibly I tumble down and through To my destination (Or destiny?) What purpose do I have And when is it served? Was it when I emerged? Or will it be as I fall Off his chin into space? When I’m wiped with a hand? Blown back by the sand? When I’m attacked by a sleeve Or
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A Frank Assessment of PhennMyles lives in a morning yellow room in the attic of a ten person house with some of his best friends. The house is perpetually buzzing; it’s a university town and he’s a university student. As such, he approaches many situations in life with the intent of having a great story by the end of it, without having any long term consequences. Sometimes this leaves him less than happy, but he’s rarely bored. Myles is a sucker for short-term carnal pleasures and substance-addled pseudo-intellectual conversations. He also appreciates hyphens.A Frank Assessment of Phenn
Myles spends most of every
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a her in a whatit's a milea her in a what
or two
twelve minutes
the same
is time a distance
or a glass
to be filled or be un
past seems far away now
hurtling through what
not space
but moving no doubt
always not stopping
but with vehicles to slow
or speed up
and speeding away
see places world's passed
in this big what
but can't see where
the driver i choose
will end me up
or whether there'
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- Favourite movie: Good Will Hunting, Pulp Fiction, 2046
- Favourite band or musician: Armin Van Buuren, DJ Tiesto, Paul Van Dyk, Something Corporate, Jack's Mannequin, Kanye West
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The Writing of Myles Phenn
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おかんじょう お おねがいします
Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam
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