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Re_Cumbent.He has this certain something about him.  
Calm.  
Optimistic.  In a league separated from his re-established sense of nostalgia.  
He certainly wasn't born yesterday yet finds himself looking at a dusty mirror.  
Familiar.  
The only way to see past a mirror is by breaking it or looking back.  
He fears misinterpretation and a doubt of intent.  
He defines his path with an open mind and a tied tongue.  
He finds moments of decadent passion, far removed from the pain-laced bouts of isolation.  
But doesn't find himself any more or less.  
Well. Maybe more, which is no more a vice than sel Re_Cumbent.
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Hand In The JarHAND IN THE JAR   
Silently he screams.  Defiantly he dreams.  Disaffected by latent memories.  Disenchanted by distant elegies.  Closed circuits.  Redoubtable resolution.   
A hand in the jar.  Two in the sink.  A colour for the myriad.  Her favourite red ink.   
Violently he breathes.  Finally it leaves.  A clever incantation.  A stoic separation.  One thought dead,  leaves branches bare.  A second thought lost,  finds solace there.   
Reignited destiny.  Reconfigured passion.  The inevitable end of the beginning. &nb Hand In The Jar
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CascadeCASCADE   
Left the house tonight.  To a teary haze - A weeping sky.  Tried to drown in the moment.  Lose the thought.  But it followed.  Traced the tangent.  Sincerity. Trust. Faith.  Another series of lost, ill fated attempts.  Faded humility.  Failed grace.   
Found a concrete lot.  A spray swept courtyard.  Head tilted, hair swept.  Music filled the mind,  Images burned inside.  Heart crossed, mouth open.  The words come out as a clenched fist.  A wasted effigy.  A swearing saint.   
Encountered a drowning mantis.  Tried Cascade
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ValidationVALIDATION   
I am but a silhouette on the fading sun.  A turn on the facing away.  Half lit crescents gone.  Enlightened by the break of dawn,  Expose cognition, twice removed.  A cycle of the wandering mind,  Discard the notion, doubt subsides.   
I am but an estranged note on a passing wind.  A shift in the alabaster.  Half lit crosses lost.  Stricken by a seer's sight.  Hail Mary, purge the third eye,  Find solace, consolodate thought.  A siphoned, distanced fate,  Reconsider the trust, maelstrom strays.   
No time, no loss, no regret, nowhere. Validation
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  • Current Residence: Wellington, New Zealand
  • deviantWEAR sizing preference: M-L
  • Print preference: Matte.
  • Interests: All sorts.
  • Favourite movie: American Beauty, Pulp Fiction, Wicker Park and Sin City.
  • Favourite band or musician: Tool, APC, Muse, Shihad, Alice In Chains etc
  • Favourite genre of music: Alternative Rock.
  • Operating System: MacOSX
  • MP3 player of choice: iPod nano, 2nd generation.
  • Favourite game: Tekken, Grand Theft Auto, Gran Turismo, Final Fantasy. (any in the series)
  • Favourite gaming platform: Playstation (Any)
  • Favourite cartoon character: Wiley Coyote
  • Personal Quote: Only the finest are left standing. The rest just enjoy it all.
  • Tools of the Trade: a pad and a pen, my iMac, my voice, a peavey valveking stack and an ibanez SZ520.
  • MSN: tantricsanchez@hotmail.com

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