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About Me Member Deviant of Many Talents Joshua M. Sinsapaugh24/Male/United States

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Sick at DawnI'm singing the song that will end the Earth though the melody dies in my throat. So, I wake every morning to some sort of dawn and cross out every letter but "defeat." And I can hear the blackbirds singing perched in that tree that scrapes the sky so that with their chorus I know once again that the day is over before it even begins.
And I would count the birds, if only I could see And I would sing my graveyard hymn ...if only I could read the words. Sick at Dawn
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Waitin' for the CavalryI'm waitin' for the Cavalry here, where the west wind blows been waitin' all day long through the wind, rain an' snow
I'm waitin' for the Cavalry with their banners green an' black t'come a-ridin' up that hill and win the new day back
I'm waitin' for the Cavalry with their spurs and pistols grand t'come across the tear-soaked earth and make a final stand
I'm waitin' for the Cavalry their princely captain at the fore racin' t'ward the sparklin' dawn and all the dreams that came b'fore
I'm waitin' for the Cavalry her Waitin' for the Cavalry
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Ice on the RailsA path diverged through the woods And dragged me through the Midwest On past Hibbing, though in Hibbing I could not stay Weariness was the battle cry And the foghorns on the river were the end all be all Though they never seemed to begin or end And like the horizon, I was only just up ahead
I used to find trains to be so poetic Now their meaning is quashed by the snow And that lingering cold, which I fear does not suit these woods Suits me just fine And the rain, is who I want to be It only accounts for itself And although it ruins and replenishes It on Ice on the Rails
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Travellin' Route 9W BluesThere’s a light in the attic Another poet left it there An’ I can see it where I’m sittin’ In my guitar string chair
There’s whiskey next to me Sittin’ in a dirty glass Balanced on a windowsill Showin’ me a little class
I’m a-leanin’ toward the left I’m a-leanin’ toward the right I’m a-leanin’ toward her I’m a-leanin’ against the white
I’m thinkin’ of her an’ of you Of the Ocean an’ the midnight blue Of skies, an’ dream, an’ of fireflie Travellin' Route 9W Blues
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When the Ship Comes In

Sun Sep 13, 2009, 3:39 PM

Listening to: The Gypsy Nomads
Reading: Old poetry of mine.
Watching: Yojimbo
Eating: An "Everything" Bagel
Drinking: Cider and whiskey

Well, it looks like I was right: the flood gates have opened. Since that last journal entry I have finished three pieces in my sketch book, have ideas for more, feel new poems & songs lapping at my heart like waves, and I am even starting to kick around ideas for a new Palladium Project or two (or six!).

Unfortunately, I can't document this here as I am currently, once again, scanner-less. Yeah, it sucks. I have enough money to buy a scanner - heck, enough to buy a GREAT scanner - that money though is reserved for other things at the moment... Really, I guess I just need to hook up with a friend with a scanner or find one in a library or Internet Cafe or something...

When I do find one however, I am going to flood this here profile with drawings both old and new.

Until then, I guess I am just going to have to wait.

~ Josh

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Current Residence: The Catskills
Interests: Art, Baseball, Urban Exploring, and Writing.
Favourite movie: No Country for Old Men
Favourite band or musician: Three way tie: Bob Dylan, Flogging Molly, and Led Zeppelin
Favourite genre of music: Classic Rock
Favourite artist: Michael Dubisch, Brian Froud, John Howe, Alan Lee, Larry MacDougall, and Ramon Perez.
Favourite poet or writer: Bob Dylan, David King, J.R.R. Tolkien and William Butler Yeats.
Favourite style of art: Dark Fantasy and Sci-Fi, the kind that uses up a lot of ink or paint.
Operating System: Windows
MP3 player of choice: Sony Walkman
Shell of choice: Conch.
Skin of choice: Whatever you heard, it's not true. He was missing his skin when I met him.
Favourite game: Beyond the Supernatural
Favourite gaming platform: A kitchen table, with dice and scrap paper.
Personal Quote: I'm a parody of myself.
Tools of the Trade: A variety of pencils and pens, India Ink, microns, Acrylic Paint, and Camel Hair Brushes (0 to 6).