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Inconsequential World by Zirtavia, literature

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Inconsequential World

Together they taught themselves to live for the night, and to let the torture of the days slip by across their eyes. The darkness became a blessing, the sun a portent of pain and sadness and the wretched cries of the workers, but only for so long. Those days were a blur. He would look back upon waking to the previous day and find he had already forgotten, as though his own mind were protecting him from having to relive too much too soon. Once while carrying a machine part he slipped in the mud and filth that caked the ground and nearly fell, and when one of the cruel men cocked the gun in his face he tried to feel sadness or fear, but he coul

Eternity by Zirtavia, literature

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Eternity

In my eternal life, I am in a library. The ceilings of this space are vaulted, high above my head, almost another sky, and the shelves are so tall sometimes that it hurts my neck to look up towards the top. Though the shelves are many and tall, the space still feels comfortable, uncluttered. Stained glass windows let in patterned, colorful light, which falls on the spines of the books, row upon row. I look to my left and right. The room goes on forever. Contained on these shelves are every written document ever created in the history of the universe, on any planet, by any species, in any language. In one of the smaller sections which is dedi

King of Dreams by Zirtavia, literature

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King of Dreams

Come Sleepers and Wakers, Hopers and Livers, Come Builders, and Breakers, Come one, and come all, Come Painters and Writers, and Dancers and Walkers, Come Singers and Sighers, To my endless halls, Come skip on the water, Play chess with the trees, Come dance with the sparrows, Come all, and be free Of the bonds of the Earth; And let them all stare. Fall into your mind; Come be without care. Step into my realm – It’s easier than it seems: Come sleep in the arms Of the King of Dreams.

The Far Shore by Zirtavia, literature

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The Far Shore

A plume of spray and a massive black shape suddenly broke the endless expanse of gray water—directly in front of our speeding boat. Startled, I screamed a warning, and the captain killed the engine. All went still, and the bull orca sculled at the surface for a moment before slowly moving past. We were on a research boat speeding towards Telegraph Cove when the whales found us. Halfway to our destination on the turbulent waters of Johnstone Strait, our captain pulled the key from the ignition. The whine of the small inflatable’s engine died, giving way to the powerful sounds of sea and wind, punctuated by the breaths of orc

Tiny Love Poem by Zirtavia, literature

A Tribute to the Coming Spring by Zirtavia, literature

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A Tribute to the Coming Spring

Winter. She is storm-fed and cold, Roiling, tempestuous, young. The tears she sheds are frozen And the world is baby’s-blanket white. She is stubborn and daring; Fickle and reckless, she searches for truth. She is once pale fleeting sunshine, And then a grey half-storm. Now anger-borne and driving fury, She scatters her hope on the wind. She is a girl, And her passion takes the breath of the world. Spring. She walks, wandering, upon the earth, And her steps are green and merry. Rose-cheeked and smiling, Kind-eyed and mild: Once timid, She is now fertile and round. The barren soil yawns widely at The passing of her ge

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Morbidity by Zirtavia, literature

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King of Dreams by Zirtavia, literature

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The Far Shore by Zirtavia, literature

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The Far Shore

Tiny Love Poem by Zirtavia, literature

A Tribute to the Coming Spring by Zirtavia, literature

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A Tribute to the Coming Spring

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About Zirtavia

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Sep 18
United States
Deviant for 19 years
She / Her

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Current Residence: New Yorkish, USA, Earth, Universe
Favourite genre of music: Not quite sure...old-ish rock and Coldplay. *Grin* Who's got the category there?
Favourite photographer: SubterfugeMalaises, all the way!
Favourite style of art: Realism. My absolute favorite is when someone renders fantasy so realistically well, you believe it.
Operating System: Windows is the only OS I've ever worked with, and so XP, but I love the smooth feel of a Mac.
MP3 player of choice: I have a silver iPod mini named MegaPod.
Shell of choice: Ummm...turtle? Snail? Abalone! But only live ones!
Wallpaper of choice: Right now...something by ~SubterfugeMalaises.
Skin of choice: Birthday suit, whoot whoot whoot.
Favourite cartoon character: Calvin!! And Hobbes!! And together....Calvin & Hobbes!! Hooray!
Personal Quote: "Love is friendship set on fire." Forget who, but I like it.

Favourite Visual Artist

Ursula Vernon. She's amazingly original and creative, absolutely hysterical, and very skilled.

Favourite Movies

Pride and Prejudice, White Oleander, Benny & Joon, Memento, The Rocky Horror Picture Show!

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

Simon and Garfunkel, the Beatles, Coldplay, U2, Jack Johnson.

Favourite Writers

William Nicholson, Garth Nix, Phillip Pullman, Tony Kushner, K. Kovack.

Favourite Games

The game of love? What? ;-)

Favourite Gaming Platform

A stage? =D

Tools of the Trade

A regular 2B pencil, my trusty pencil sharpener, a sketchpad, my brain, and an interesting thought.

Other Interests

Reading, writing, drawing, wondering, loving.

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Zirtavia

Jun 16, 2008

Spring has come to my woods...

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My boyfriend and I were out walking the ferret today. (This is the sort of thing that we do in our relationship. We grow closer by taking my small mustelid for jaunts in the woods, and other such absurdities.) I suddenly became aware that a whitetail doe was standing about 200 feet from me, in a clearing deeper in the woods. She was looking at me intensely and snorting, and I stood up and took a look at her. My family's become familiar with this doe. She's decided in the past week that our property belongs to her. This makes sense; it's a secluded, wooded area with a lot of growth. But I've never known a deer to be so fixated on a spot. We'v

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Zirtavia

Jun 9, 2008

Hell and Heaven in the Summertime

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The last two days were the first real scorchers of the year, days when the mercury reached up and brushed the 100 F line, after having settled comfortably at around 80 before. I had two radically different experiences of these days. It is really interesting, now that I think of it. It was like the heat heightens our experiences. Yesterday was hellish. Today was so very heavenly that it feels like a dream. I was volunteering at an environmental fastival yesterday, which is certainly one of my favorite things to do. But it all seems like a haze of heat and red now. I did a lot of pretty physical work, and drank a lot of water, which I thought

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May 31, 2008

An Angry Rant with Mathematical Calculations

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Our country is brutally attacked by a Middle Eastern extremist group one day in 2001. They killed 2996 of us. It was horrible. We respond by attacking back for seven years and counting, killing, in the process, roughly 85,000 Iraqi civilians alone (and counting!), we reinstate torture in the United States and use it with wanton abandon on people who have not been given due process. In other words, they hated us before--for what reason we never seem to have taken the time to figure out--and the difference now is that we have given them reason to hate us tenfold. Actually, if you wish to have a quantifier put on such a thing, in this situatio