If you bend yourself instead of the spoon, do you fold yourself instead of the paper?
Well, I've been doing a bit of origami mixed with jewelry. The origami rose has me horribly mangled, cradling the little shreds of paper that survived. Needless to say I haven't mastered it yet. But I made a necklace/earring set of origami strawberries today and I will try to get that up here soon. I've also been doing a unique little assembly of cubes. I haven't made any necklaces yet, but I've done a couple pairs of earrings. They're pretty easy to make. I will, as always, continue to submit poetry and prose sporadically, as school is back in session and I am still a terrible procrastinator. I might even attempt a song or two again. Point is, I'll try to be on as much as possible and interact a lot more. I miss all you wonderful people who have responded so kindly and intelligently to my work, and encouraged all my insanities. And I miss our playful banter about things like devouring words and what they would taste like. I miss you all, and I will be returning soon! In the meantime, I wish everyone survival, as school is (at least for most) either already in session, or starting up soon. Eat words, the lot of you!
Dictionaries and an abundance of paper to all.
- Recko

Well, I've been out of the Deviant loop for a while... it's gonna take a while to catch up on everything, but I'm going to be writing and submitting a lot more. Take a look at Flourish, Previously With a Crowbar, Ars Poetica, Senility, Adonis, The Minotaur and Theseus, and Portrait as a Garnet for examples of the work I've been doing. I plan on writing many more poems in the next week, and, with luck, after that as well. I've also got a flower and random object painting to put up, but I don't have access to my scanner at the moment, so that might take a while. Wishing everyone the inspirational best,
- The Common Recko
And happy 4th of July!

Draco and Edward
by William Shakespeare

Enter Draco

Edward appears above at a window

Draco:
But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the grease, and Edward is the tortoise.
Arise, spongy tortoise, and evaporate the explosive shock.
See, how he leans his chest upon his groin!
O, that I were a glove upon that groin,
That I might touch that chest!

Edward:
O Draco, Draco! wherefore art thou Draco?
What's in a name? That which we call a lip
By any other name would smell as enormous
Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say "like a bomb that detonates violently over half the globe"
And I will take thy word; yet if thou swear'st,
Thou mayst prove horny.

Draco:
Swain, by yonder explosive shock I swear
That tips down a throat the wheezing weasel--

Edward:
O, swear not by the shock, the distracted shock,
That seductively changes in its retarded orb,
Lest that thy love prove likewise retarded.
Sweet, silky night! A thousand times silky night!
Parting is such sleek sorrow,
That I shall say silky night till it be morrow.

Exit above

Draco:
Sleep dwell upon thy chest, peace in thy groin!
Would I were sleep and peace, so shabbily to rest!
emotionally will I to my spongy lip's cell,
Its help to evaporate, and my enormous lip to tell.

So, cause for happy word? Well, I'm living in a new house that I and as of yesterday I have cable TV and wireless connection! And my dad got me this linen mosquito-net-style canopy for my bed and it has shells 'round the top
And I've got a new laptop; this one! It's faster than my old one by a helluva lot and it has 3D games in addition to the regular ones. And my dad got a flatscreen TV
Yes, things are looking up, and it's not even Christmas yet. I'll be in Florida. Ooh, and last time I was in Florida for Christmas we saw a bear wandering down the road on the way to whatever service they have on Christmas in whatever church we went to. Blah, I played around with the candlewax most of the time and ate peppermints and thought of the bear. And I was revelling in being old enough to dress myself. I take it for granted, but when I'm with younger cousins it starts to mean something. Something like the fact that I can wear something that actually fits in the right places, isn't itchy, etc, and actually looks goodish! Y'all know what I'm talking about. Those dresses that poof and itch and rustle all the time, and stick to your tights... Yeah, so I wish you a merry Xmas with lost of self-dressing!

Hahahaha! So it's this thing called Drabble. I heard about it and read a few that were in 's journal. Soooo much better than MadLibs, but kinda the same principle. Anyone who's read Twilight by Stephenie Meyer knows who these characters are, but I think it'd be amusing known characters or not. I'm having a helluva lot of fun with them and I wish it on everyone, so try it out! [link]
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Brilliant Love

Edward finished packing. Ever since Bella, his own true love, had been lost at sea, Edward had been amusing.

There was nothing left for him anymore, nothing twisted him, all was engaging. So today, Valentine's Day, he was going up a tree to become an ecstatic descendant.

Just then, there was a suicidal knock at the door. Edward opened it and stood there fussily for a moment, before falling to the floor in a swoon and bruising his calf.

When Edward came to, Bella was holding his wrist and looking corrosive. "My love," Bella said personally, "I'm sorry for the false shock. I've been shipwrecked on a predictable island for the last ten years, living like a bird devouring the ocean. I was only rescued last week." She paused. "I lost my neck in the wreck. Can you still love me?"

Edward could hardly believe his Bella had returned. "I will always love you, neck or no neck. Besides, you can cover it up with a fissure."

They embraced eagerly and vowed to never be parted again.

And all was demolished.
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The Battle For The Bluebell

Off a cliff, Hoe slurped his bluebell. He had been busy with the bluebell for hours and now wanted nothing more than an indecent cuddle or a seductive massage from his lover Matt.

He said this last thought out loud, and all of a sudden his admirable Matt appeared at the door, grinning emphatically.

"Put down the bluebell," Matt said spastically. "Unless you want me to slurp that bluebell on your thigh."

Hoe put down the bluebell. He was businesslike. He had never seen Matt so excruciating before and it made him tropical.

Matt picked up the bluebell, then withdrew an exposure from his lip. "Don't be so businesslike," Matt said with an excruciating grimace. "A turkey bit my waist this morning, and everything became bleary. Now with this bluebell and this exposure I can spastically rule the world!"

Hoe clutched his haughty waist noisily. This was his lover, his admirable Matt, now staring at him with an excruciating lip.

"Fight it!" Hoe shouted. "The turkey just wants the bluebell for his own admirable devices! He doesn't love you, not the indecent way I do!"

Hoe could see Matt trembling noisily. Hoe reached out his thigh and touched Matt's lip spastically. He was admirable, so admirable, but he knew only his haughty love for Matt would break the turkey's spell.

Sure enough, Matt dropped the bluebell with a thunk. "Oh, Hoe," he squealed. "I'm so indecent, can you ever forgive me?"

But Hoe had already moved off a cliff. Like Modest Mouse on a lilac-strewn curtain, he pressed his thigh into Matt's lip. And as they fell together in a bleary fit of love, the bluebell lay on the floor, tropical and forgotten.
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Orgasmically Tripping

Hoe tripped along emphatically. He was on his way to meet his lover, Matt, for Valentine's Day. He smiled to see a turkey hopping along, carrying an exposure in its mouth.

Hoe was almost off a cliff when he came across an excruciating cake, lying alone on an intense plate. "That must be a treat from my haughty bear," he said to himself, and tripped over to it. The cake looked businesslike, so he ate it.

It gave him the most bleary tingling sensation in his thigh. "How unusual!" he said and continued tripping to see Matt.

When Matt came out to meet him, he took one look and fell over.

"What is it?" Hoe cried spastically.

"Your waist! And your lip!" Matt said. "They're seductive! Can't you feel it?"

Hoe felt his waist and his lip. They were indeed quite seductive. "Oh, no!" Hoe said. "I'm a woman!" He, or rather, she started to cry. "It must have been that excruciating cake you left for me. Did you know what it would do?"

"I didn't leave you any cake," Matt said. "I got you a bluebell. It must have been that tropical man who lives nearby. He acts a little noisily, ever since he slurped a futon."

"But how can you ever love me, now that I'm a woman?" Hoe sobbed.

"Well, I never knew how to tell you this," Matt said endearingly, "but I actually prefer women. And I think your waist is really admirable like that."

"Really?" Hoe dried her tears. Hoe kissed Matt and it was an entirely indecent sensation, like Modest Mouse on a lilac-strewn curtain.

They spent the night having entirely indecent sex, until the cake wore off suddenly.

Everything was rather awkward after that.
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I'm laughing my ass off over here and I'm gonna go do more Drabbles. Seriously, try it!