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Me Space Cowboy by mngamojemo, literature

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Me Space Cowboy

Certain individuals refer to me by the nomenclature "the space cowboy" and others prefer to adopt the appellation "the gangster of love". In addition, there are those persons who dub me "Maurice" due to my tendency to soliloquize regarding the pompitous of love. I am a recent subject of much conjectural conversation, baby which implies that I have been committing misdeeds against your person, committing misdeeds against your person. Do not allow your cogitation to be perturbed by this, baby do not allow your cogitation to be perturbed by this For I am in this location, in this location, in this location where we mutually dwell. This is due

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The Good Deed by mngamojemo, literature

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The Good Deed

After closing time I locked up the shop and started to walk uphill, reeking of sandwiches. It had been a long day, and my motion was dull and lifeless. I hoped only to get home and watch network TV, headphones in so as not to disturb my roommate, who was at home in our cluttered little studio, resting up to open the same shop. It wasn't a big motivation. After a block I stopped at the bus shelter, grabbed a free paper, and strained my eyes to read sex advice in the dim streetlights. I'd gotten through a paragraph dispelling the myth of the beneficial effects of Tic-Tacs on fellatio when a small mob of frat-boys ran their fight into the midd

The Prophecy of Zarah by mngamojemo, literature

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The Prophecy of Zarah

The discovery of the Dead Sea Scrolls in the early part of the 20th century is one of the most important episodes in the field of Bible scholarship. They have been studied and transcribed for decades, so it was quite a shock when an unnoticed Hebrew text was found in the collection. The theology of this text, apart from references to Sheol (the abode of the dead) and the primordial chaos monster Leviathan, is quite unlike anything found in the Qu'mran community, the Bible or the Ancient Near East as a whole. Here is the entirety of the text, as translated so far: This is the vision of prophetess Zarah revealed to her in the dark of a dead l

Stickfight by mngamojemo, literature

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Stickfight

This all happened when I was a kid, so don't expect my recall to be perfect. A lot of fiction narrators have perfect memories of their childhoods, sometimes even remembering scenes they weren't present for, but I'm not a fiction narrator. Anyway, it was summer. It was the summer after I'd Become A Woman, but I was still a kid, and I was staying with my dad in not-the-worst-place-I've-ever-stayed. The shower was a hose on the back porch, where all the deviant deer and hermaphrodite slugs could see you. The toilet was in a little room attached to the house, blocked off by a curtain. The electricity was solar, in a foggy redwood forest, so we h

Adam and Eve by mngamojemo, literature

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Adam and Eve

She had been up in the mountains camping when human race, as it so often does, died out. The cause of extinction was nothing especially fantastic, no aliens, no zombies, no hubris, just a simple flu. She drove down from the mountains relaxed and cheerful after several months, being a land-lover and having a trust fund. The towns weren't entirely deserted. At a certain point nobody had bothered picking up the bodies. It was immediately obvious that nobody was alive there, but she drove around looting and searching for survivors until her truck ran out of gas, at which point she picked out a house, and adopted one of the dogs that was still tam

Trains by mngamojemo, literature

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Trains

America used to have a lot more trains. Passenger trains, I mean. Some parts of the country are lousy with decaying train lines. It's kind of weird when you think about it. Why did we stop riding trains? You might answer that it's because of automobiles or the interstate, but with the energy situation the way it is today, why aren't we starting up again? The infrastructure is already there. And why do buses still have to stop at railroad crossings that haven't been used in decades? If you've ever coughed up enough money to ride Amtrak, you'll know that the country you see on a train ride is wild and beautiful, unlike anything you

Scorplets by mngamojemo, literature

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Scorplets

Scorpions carry their young on their backs. It's true. It's not uncommon to find a mama scorpion with fifty or a hundred little white scorplets clinging to her. That's certainly creepy, but it's not exactly paranormal, is it? I wish it weren't. I live out in the woods, see, and we get a lot of little scorpions around here. They're fairly harmless, but certainly not something you like to wake up and see by your pillow. In the winter, which is now, they like to seek shelter from the rain, indoors. You have to be on guard for them. That's why I turned the light on when I was walking down the hall last week. I heard a definite skitter along the

Ichneumon Wasps by mngamojemo, literature

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Ichneumon Wasps

Ichneumon wasps. They're a family of small, slender solitary wasps. The remarkable thing about them was first noticed by Victorian naturalists: some species lay their eggs in living arthropods. Different species favour different bugs: many attack caterpillars, some attack spiders, some even attack larger ichneumon wasps. Some, which go for flies or beetles, are excellent biological control agents. Their methods of controlling their victims differ as well. Some paralyze their prey, some lay their eggs in cocoons, some allow their prey to live and walk around as usual until the feeding larvae finally go for the vital organs. It takes a long

The Mumblesnick by mngamojemo, literature

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The Mumblesnick

Jane loved that fish. It swam about blankly, light shimmering off its scales and slime, struggling against the invisible walls. It was her friend, she told it everything. It gulped the water in and flushed the water out. The fish was a little blue thing covered in graceful streamers. There were stripes on it. The fish was Bubbles. The water bubbled and seethed up around it as Jane cried. When the fish was fully boiled, she was served it on a plate with a sprig of parsley. Jane didn’t love her mother. She thought about that all day in school. Her mother wasn’t nice. She had to do something. In the books she read, people that weren&#

That Slutty Foreign Chick by mngamojemo, literature

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That Slutty Foreign Chick

Omigod, Heather, here comes that slutty foreign chick from like Pennsylvania or wherever. Look at her makeup! What does she do, apply it in the dark? Look at her hair! I hear it's totally a die job. You know why she's so popular with the boys? I hear it's because she totally sucks them off on the first date. Seriously, what a slut, but they follow her around like slaves or whatever. That's so totally gross. Why is she so pale, is she like an angino or something? God, it's like she never goes out into the sun. She tried to join the cheerleading squad, did you hear? She really sucked. We were like, "oh my God, no way!" and she cringed back l

I'veSeenAMomentinmyOldAge by mngamojemo, literature

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I'veSeenAMomentinmyOldAge

Underneath the swinging trees we lie limply in the cool of shade, and of the simple breeze. It seems that time has not been cruel. I am still possessed of quiet lust as we lie limply in the cool. Some had said the years would turn me dust. But, despite the aching in my flesh I am still possessed of quiet lust. Our trembling bodies smoothly intermesh. My eyes decay but pleasure twists them still, despite the aching in my flesh. No grandchildren run across the hill. We are stretch alone, as in our youth of old. My eyes decay, but pleasure twists them still. Some predicted years would turn me cold. Underneath the swinging trees

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Mnga mnga mngamo! Jemooooo! Mnga mnga mngamo!

Current Age: 23, Current Residence: Anytown, USA, Print preference: I prefer that people purchase my prints, Favourite genre of music: Oldies but oldies, Favourite photographer: Man Ray, Favourite style of art: Wouldn't you like to know?, Operating System: Ubuntu, MP3 player of choice: '86 Jetta tape-deck, Shell of choice: Abalone, Wallpaper of choice: Detail from Hieronymus Bosch, Skin of choice: Albinos are sexy, Favourite cartoon character: Mystique, Harley Quinn, Personal Quote: I cannot and will not cut my morals to suit the fashion of the day. ---Lillian Hellman

Favourite Visual Artist

A. Gallen-Kallela, Heironymus Bosch

Favourite Movies

The Lion in Winter

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

The Boomtown Rats

Favourite Writers

Anon.

Tools of the Trade

Still do my best work in ballpoint

Other Interests

Espaciod, frant, brateriola

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Jul 14, 2020

Reminiscence: I told you so

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I doubt anyone will read this who still remembers me from my "glory days" on the Complaints Forum. They were great times! I was in college, and dressed so fabulously, and did a distinctive eye makeup trick people still ask me about to this day. I was so objective and intellectual, so self-loathing. Self-loathing was just the cool, objective, funny, intellectual thing to be! I drank vodka hidden in coke and no-flavor Listerine from waking up until I went to bed, and barely even tried to kill myself! All the racism, the sexism, the homophobia and transphobia, all that shit was so ironic and so funny if you were enlightened enough to be ironic. I had a place where I was thriving, a lovely, cynical place full of 4chan-adjacent humor. Funny thing was, Nazis kept showing up. Oh, they were such friendly Nazis, though! You have to be able to get along with people outside of your ideological spectrum. Everybody was equal on the Complaints Forum! Jewish, Black, Trans, Gay, Nazi, these are all

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Dec 9, 2016

I'm purging my gallery of writing because I have pretensions of being a Real Poet, and it's not good to submit work for publication that is already available for free. It worked for me with Prophecy of Zarah, but still. What's left are mostly minor w...

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Mar 9, 2013

Devious Journal Entry

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>let several months to a year pass >return to deviantart >feel peculiar mixture of nostalgia and shame >holy shit people can change their names now what >if anyone's still watching me, see you again in a year or so

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venom34

Mar 5, 2012

OMG your gallery is awomse but sooo scary!!

Suicide-Cupcake

Watership Down is a great book (my 3rd fav) but it's also really sexist when you consider rabbits have very little dimorphism, particularly where athleticism is concerned. At first I thought it was bullshit but when I read into it I was like hrm...

Great art btw.

Apparently there are later stories which develop the female characters (like Hyzenthlay) more. The gender dynamics are certainly skewed, but if I couldn't look past that, I'd be confined to only a couple of decades worth of literature to enjoy, and I'd still have to cherrypick a good deal.

Thanks.

Suicide-Cupcake

Haha, good point. Tales from Watership Down was super boring so I wouldn't know.