deliriousgirl
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“It’s the end of the world as we know it and I feel fine.”
~~R.E.M. (1987)
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I love intensity—in images, in prose content, and in all creative passions.
Newsflash I know we’re all visual creatures—but, come on, read the stories, too!
Groups
deliriousgirl hosts ***♂♥♥QUORN♥♥♀ and is a member of NSFW, All Things Poetic, Artistic, Philosophical, ART ACTION UNION - CREATIVE ACTIVISM, Artrageous RB Artists - Self Portrait Gallery, Beige is death!, Blue Room, Flash Fiction, Friends of RedBubble, Midnight Ramblers, Riginals, Short stories - Spherical Scriptings, The Community of Erotic Submission (approval required), THE DARK CELL, The Red Writing Room, The Sensual Word, The Word Tree, Twisted Tales, Undead is the New Black, Up & Coming Writers and WMG.
Journal Entries
SUPPORT YOUR VERY OWN RB WRITERS
Posted 7 months ago, 23 comments so far.
GREENBEARD PRINT EDITION IS OUT!
Posted 10 months ago, 5 comments so far.
RECONSTRUCTION OF A DECONSTRUCTION
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.Interested In Some FREE Online Classes???
Posted about 1 year ago, 11 comments so far.
LET'S ROCK THE VOTE, GIRLS!!!
Posted about 1 year ago, 29 comments so far.
All Girls' Honey Wrestling!!!
Posted about 1 year ago, 19 comments so far.
Alexander Solzhenitsyn, RIP
Posted about 1 year ago, 16 comments so far.
IF YOU LOVE ABSTRACT ART CHECK THIS OUT!!!
Posted about 1 year ago, 6 comments so far.
ATTENTION SURREALIST POETS AND ARTISTS!!!
Posted about 1 year ago.
BRILLIANT PAINTER/ARTIST!
Posted about 1 year ago, 4 comments so far.
Art
Writing
SHE
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.THE URBAN VOYEUR II
I can smell her approach. A dizzying elixir smothers me, a licorice-like essence perspiring from her glazed skin.
TOP OF HER CLASS
This content is not visible because the safe filter is on.HEROIN LOVE SONG 1
I look over at Lenny, sitting on the filthy floor beside me in this fetid room,
HER FATHER'S DAUGHTER
Daddy slipped and slid down the bank, finally rolling the covered bundle off into the dirty, fetid water of the canal, where it floated for a time that seemed endless to her, before slowly sinking.
