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cyberpunk in the post-apocalypse
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About Me Member Science Fiction Writer melissa dominicFemale/United States Recent Activity Deviant for 6 Years
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postage stampsThe newspaper and the postage stamp.  Both of them a depth of a scandalized affair.   
Gideon De’Canteur leaned against the window frame, holding a letter that had been ripped open and taped back together before it was even mailed. Inside there were only two pieces of paper. Newsprint and parchment. He knew the news snippet well. It was an article he had written years before, in a place where there was nothing but green grass and high walls and fancy cuisine. His name stood out on the byline, the edges weathered and torn. The title was lost but he could recite it by memory. Even if it was so long ago.   
The litt postage stamps
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selected wordsThe day was overcast and James Kaminski was watching it out the open window from his matress. Everything in his room quiet, shut off, dead. He was alone, like he always was and dinner was a plate of half-eaten cold squid shoved under the futon. It made his stomache hurt. It made him feel uncomfortable. He hated eating dinner alone.  
 
But it always happened, everyday.   
Someone outside was playing salsa music even with the cold winds of early winter passing through. The spanish kids down the street were having a party, singing along while on their stoops. In a neighborhood like his, no matter how beautiful or expensive a selected words
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BackseatIt had all appeared blank.  
Bloodless.  Teeth  pulled.   
Parker woke up in the back seat of his car, skin gleaming with sweat. There was a half-second before everything came into focus. Where everything was soft around the edges. Blurred. Figures made out in the clouds. His face pressed against the glass.  
 
He didn’t even realize he was clawing at the window until it was too late. His fingers sore from the constant motion. Fingerprints almost worn away. Names clung to his lips. He didn’t dare whisper them out.  
 
Parker was in the middle of nowhere and he had been sleeping there for Backseat
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Revolutionthe revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i.  
the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i.  the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i.  the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i. the revolution and i.   
 
 
it gets sort of sad in here, with all these things on the walls. all these books and zines, all these things i’ve handwritten. all these pots and pans and container Revolution
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(september)

Mon Sep 7, 2009, 9:30 AM
Hello friends, it's been a long, long time.

I've been slowly going through the 2000+ Deviations I've managed to miss in the months & months that I've stopped checking deviantArt. Forgive me if you see a comment or a +fave pop up so late in the game from me, it must mean I care. I'll be cleaning up my +Watch list in hopes that I can actually, you know, pay attention to things instead of letting them sit and fester.

This space still serves as an archive for some of my work, but, I will probably not be updating anything new. For anyone interested in my work, please hit up this site:

BrokenNerves.Net: my blog & portfolio - [link]

If anyone is still reading this space, drop me a line. I'd love to hear from you and how you are doing. If you're a new friend, shout at me. If you think I'm totally ridiculous, don't worry, so do I.

Much Love,
Melissa Dominic

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  • Listening to: Atom Bomb - Fluke
  • Reading: World War Z - Max Brooks
  • Watching: Star Trek: TOS & TAS

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  • Current Residence: south florida
  • Interests: HIGH-TECH :: LOW LIFE :: fake gangsta style, cheap literature, baton twirling, genre-crashing
  • Favourite movie: brick, the city of violence, hackers
  • Favourite band or musician: patrick wolf, the red paintings, final fantasy
  • Favourite genre of music: post-rock, industrial, experimental & electronic
  • Favourite artist: h.r. giger
  • Favourite poet or writer: nicole blackman & william gibson
  • Favourite photographer: anthony goicolea
  • Favourite style of art: cyberpunk - postcyberpunk - postapoc - steampunk - hightech:lowlife
  • MP3 player of choice: winamp, ipod
  • Favourite game: scrabble, video poker, suikoden series
  • Favourite gaming platform: nintendo ds
  • Favourite cartoon character: eiko magami
  • Tools of the Trade: notebooks.

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*CupSmou Sep 8, 2009, 3:42:28 AM
AW BB THANKS FOR THE FAV <3 means so much ; 0 ;
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~scabface Sep 9, 2009, 6:00:13 AM
iluuu~

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m. dominic
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Mood: Joy ~femmemechanique Jan 6, 2009, 5:16:16 PM
happy new year ^__^

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~midnight-rain Aug 13, 2008, 3:52:12 PM
thankyou for the +fav! :)

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robyn
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~scabface Aug 13, 2008, 8:49:58 PM
no problem! it was well deserved! i did it in a rush, so i didn't get a chance to comment - i always forget! the colours were really quite lovely on your piece!

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m. dominic
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*paintedmaru Apr 13, 2008, 8:39:30 PM
thanks for the :+fav: on :.bullets.: :heart:

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~never-to-die-again Mar 18, 2008, 7:21:23 AM
I love your literature!

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>I stand broken, please God hear my cries!<
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