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The Dance by mayahesa, literature

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The Dance

Terpsichore's Dance The room slowly settled in silence, only the cloyingly sweet miasma of sweat and steam filled the room as the gyrating finally came to a stand still. A single figure, near the edge of the dance floor started to applaud, offering his praise to the DJ whom had just finished playing for the night. The night had just come to an end of sorts, or at least for most of the people it had. Around the sides of the room on the various seats and benches people began to stretch languidly and then stood and made their way to the clock room to collect their various discarded items of clothing. On the floor lay the remains of the night, t

Perpetual Motion by mayahesa, literature

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Perpetual Motion

Perpetual Motion A single tired face stares at the quietly flickering screen of the computer monitor. Where once words flowed freely from his brain directly into the PC, he is now stumbling. The clarity of thought that once ran like a river now trickles slower than the polluted stream that runs alongside the road outside. He sighs softly as his fingers caress the keyboard, and slowly a myriad of words form, producing sentences, the sentences expanding outwards to form paragraphs and slowly but surely the story expands. He stops typing as suddenly he started, and makes a grab for the tepid coffee standing by the side of the monitor. Grimacin

Broken By Vodka by mayahesa, literature

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Broken By Vodka

Broken By Vodka He woke slowly. His eyes were red and swollen from the tears he had cried, and the half empty bottle of vodka rolled out from the side of his bed as he tried to stand. His gait slightly unsteady as he made his way to the bathroom, his hand pushed against the wall to try and steady himself. With a groan he bent over the toilet, vomiting once, emptying his stomach of whatever food he had eaten the night before. He didn't remember eating, only staggering in and grabbing another bottle of vodka from the stash he kept in the fridge. Looking in the mirror was a mistake. He couldn't remember the last time he shaved, at least a week

For Her Birthday by mayahesa, literature

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For Her Birthday

He walked alone through the darkness, with only the occasional bright light from the full moon between the clouds over head to light his way. Without any real thought he tread the same path that he had done each night over the last two years, leaving the bustle and noise of the city centre behind him as he made his way back through the quiet parkland that stood along his path home. In some ways he wished he did not have to walk back this way, especially not on this night, but the alternative routes would take him past the bars and clubs, and the last thing he wanted now was to see people. It wasn't that he was happier on his own, but this nig

Aspects Of Art by mayahesa, literature

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Aspects Of Art

Aspects of Art The simple frames of reality filled as it now is with technology, is slowly losing touch with the most important aspects that make humanity what it is; the arts. Even now, as I sit and write this, I am no longer using a paintbrush, a pot of ink and papyrus like I once would have done, every word an amalgam of images and semi-spoken sounds; now I use a crude electro-mechanical device for transferring words onto a computer screen. Even technology has bypassed the point that I currently exist in; spoken words can instantly transferred to the screen using a simple microphone, and yet I cling to the keyboard as some last vestige,

Magnetic Prayers by mayahesa, literature

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Magnetic Prayers

Magnetic Prayers I remember when it was all simpler, images were simple ASCII things, just random collections of characters to form some simple art and sound was just the pathetic beeps that you could make from a pathetic speaker. It seems now that life is more complex - ever folding in upon itself, morphing and adjusting into an amalgam of life and technology; of biology and electricity. Every where we turn complex fractals of what once was simple greet us in the unending pattern of computers. Once where conversation was enough to offer praise for the purity of an art-form within life we are now bound to consign our appreciation to this ma

On Honour And Chivalry by mayahesa, literature

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On Honour And Chivalry

The Age Of Chivalry They say that there was once an age of legends; a time long past when brave heroes battled to bring evil villains to justice, where the fair prince would awaken the beautiful young princess with a loving kiss, where monsters threatened the lives of the innocent. But what of today? There are few left for us to slay, and the only true princess' are those that we see within the eyes of the ones we love. Perhaps, with the loss of these legends we have lost more than we realise. Personal honour has given way to national ethics, a man made constructon to try and explain the way we are supposed to live our lives. Personal tru

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About mayahesa

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Deviant for 21 years
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Current Residence: Between two notes in the eternal dance
Favourite genre of music: anything hard, fast and dirty
Operating System: Win XP
MP3 player of choice: Winamp, or my portable CD player
Wallpaper of choice: God is a DJ, the Temple or Bu
Skin of choice: MMD3
Favourite cartoon character: Kabuki - but that's a comic I guess

Favourite Visual Artist

Dave McKean

Favourite Movies

*thinks*

Favourite Bands / Musical Artists

*laughs lots and lots and lots*

Favourite Writers

Neil Gaiman

Favourite Games

RockBand (no laughing, m'kay?)

Favourite Gaming Platform

xbox 360

Tools of the Trade

Poser, Bryce, Terragen, two record decks, a mixer, headphones and a box of tunes!

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mayahesa

Aug 20, 2008

blows off the dust

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God I've not been here in a long time. It's been nearly 3 or 4 years since I last put any artwork online, and I really should start doing it more. I've just gone and added two pieces that are very much "work in progress" pieces, and I'm not convinced I'll ever complete them. But for the first pieces in ages, it's not too bad... Aaaaanyway, see all you kiddies around - I might upload some more piccies when I've done some more... *bimbles off*

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mayahesa

Dec 12, 2003

Re.Birth?

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Am I back? Am I still here? Did I ever leave? Unemployment is good for something at least - all this extra time on my hands has meant that I finally reinstalled Poser and started messing around again. Larishma is the first of the pieces I've done, and I might upload some of the others as I go through. I might not be back for good, but then again, I might :D

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mayahesa

Sep 4, 2003

And so the curtains close

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Well, it's been a long ride and a fun ride, but as of tonight this DA account is not going to be used any more. I'll add one final journal entry with the new DA account when I decide when/if to upload more. I'm not doing this because of regrets, simply I want to change the name I use here to bring it into line with everything else....