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Deacon

(R)Evolution is coming.

About Me

I went to a terrible high school - I go to an amazing university. I'm half danger, half intelligence - I am beyond description; Perhaps one day I will finally awake with my true equals, in the golden archways of Valhalla. I walk through time.

My Interests

I am stronger, and I am faster. I am smarter and I am wiser. I am a winner, not a loser; failure is never an option. I am your shadow, yet I am you. I am here, and I am there; I am neverwhere. The day is my ally -- the night is my soldier. Time is never what I have, and my own worst enemy is myself. I am innnocent, not guilty; I am me, not anyone who you want me to be. I am the Scylla the Rock; I am larger than Gibraltar. I am Atlas, and I am Herculean. I walk in the shadows of your nightmares, and I relish in the lucid light of your dreams. I know no limits, but you make them for me. I am more powerful than flesh, blood, and bone; yet to not talk to me would turn me to stone. I am you, yet you betray me. What am I?

I'd like to meet:

People who are sharp of mind and possess a certain hardiness of soul; and a pretty girl who is on my level intellectually.

Music:

Trivium and The Human Abstract.

Movies:

Sin City.

Television:

Don't have time...but I MAKE time for 24.

Books:

Sin City.

Heroes:

One day I took a walk through time, came out on the other side. I glided through the ivory halls of Valhalla, and there, surrounded by Valkyries, sat a Palestinian of infinite courage, and a Knight with a mind so Dark it was night. Among them, I saw myself.

My Blog

300 Reviewed

The past couple of weeks, in the wake of finishing (R)Evolution: The Infinite Staircase, have been a bit slow for me, on the creative side of things.  I have ideas; damned good ones, too.  I...
Posted by Deacon on Wed, 07 Mar 2007 11:32:00 PST

deus ex machina

The God within the machine Became the God outside the machine.    Loosed, as if a merchant upon Venice, Ado with nothing at all, But the wills of his fall, And the causes of human ma...
Posted by Deacon on Thu, 28 Dec 2006 01:53:00 PST

How I Could Just Kill a Man...

'Here is something that you can't understand, How I could just kill a man!'  -- Zack De La RochaThe above lyrics are from one of my favorite Rage Against the Machine songs of all-time. ...
Posted by Deacon on Mon, 27 Nov 2006 12:21:00 PST

Become the Dragon.

This is one of those mornings. On this morning...I am ready to go work out, inevitably beating my body to the breaking point. Hopefully, I will discover a new breaking point. To transcend limits is...
Posted by Deacon on Tue, 21 Nov 2006 05:52:00 PST

Remembrance

On this most hallowed of days, I do not hope to return to myself.   On this most hallowed of days, I am dead to myself.    Spires of elegance, Corrupted by the darkness of men   T...
Posted by Deacon on Tue, 12 Sep 2006 12:00:00 PST

The lack of sack-up...The Disease of America (among other things)

This is part satire, part truth.  In fact, the two parts are so inexorably tied together that this disclaimer shouldn't even be here.  Just read, and react.  I was watching one of my ...
Posted by Deacon on Thu, 07 Sep 2006 02:23:00 PST

Are you dead or alive?

I wrote the following about two months ago, and when I returned to it for the purpose of editing, a chord resonated within me, filling my mind with questions.  What exactly is death?  What h...
Posted by Deacon on Sun, 03 Sep 2006 05:50:00 PST

Feminism...the disease of America (among other things)

Feminism has ruined America.Don't believe me? Take a look around. Today men are sniveling dogs, and the majority of women are controlling bitches who deserve almost everything they get.The reason?Gend...
Posted by Deacon on Sun, 02 Jul 2006 03:13:00 PST

SUPERMAN HAS RETURNED

They said it couldn't be done.  They said that his switch to Warner Brothers was a mistake.  They said it was dead.  Who -- Hollywood pundits and the collective pop culture consensus.It...
Posted by Deacon on Thu, 29 Jun 2006 01:51:00 PST

Summer Plans (goodbye for a while).

In the aftermath of my hellish-yet-dominated finals week, full of being cursed in various forms of aspersion by long dead modernist poets, and of being saturated in TS Eliot's allusion-drenched neo-mo...
Posted by Deacon on Wed, 10 May 2006 02:57:00 PST