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My Ideal World"How would you envision your ideal world?"My Ideal World
My brother Sam said this to me last night as I laid down on the sofa next to his bed in his room. Sometimes I like to crash at his place to get a sort of mental break from home. I gave him my answer: I would change nothing. With persistance, he repeatedly said things like, "So, you wouldn't want to look like, let's say, Natalie Portman?" Well that just changed the question entirely. That would mean he was asking me about how I'd envision my ideal self. And do you know what I would change? Still, nothing.
He kept asking the question a few more times before I gave him an added
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An Eastern Girl's StruggleA young girl screams as she is being beaten by her father. He lands his fist on her face. When she collapses to the floor, he repeatedly bashes her head in with his two gorilla-like fists. Not only does she feel fear and pain, but also humiliation; the father has an audience treating the situation as if it were an act in a comedy. This audience was my mom and my brothers. Because of many situations like this in my past, I have developed what is commonly known as manic depressive disorder. However, due to my father's leave to Damascus in August of last year, I have regained the willpower necessary to fight back for the years that were unjustlyAn Eastern Girl's Struggle
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WinterIt's coming. I can feel the days getting shorter and the nights getting longer. When it's morning and you're surrounded by darkness, a cold chill to your spine, and you no longer need an air conditioner. When the many bright green leaves of trees age as humans do, and eventually they will meet their frostbitten death. All life has stopped growing; rather it has been stunted or it already died. Soon, the snow will meet the ground and pale my sun-kissed olive skin as I walk across the mountain that is my home. But this is my home, and I would have it no other way.Winter
This is Hamilton.
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Child of my NightmaresA strange child. Huge puffy head, small lifeless body. Perhaps to be clearer it should be mentioned that this it’s head was comparatively much larger to it’s body than the head to body proportion you’d see in other infants.Child of my Nightmares
It looked at me and I looked at it. Was it mine? I do not know, yet I’d travelled time and place just to save it and hold it in my arms. Was it a boy? Is it a girl? I did not presume for I was not sure. One cannot be certain with the child’s many physical abnormalities.
Red crack-like scars covered the child’s emaciated legs and stomach. It’s physical weakness do
by ~FloraKorkis
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| (This is also my first journal on DeviantArt). So I just made this new account, but I'm not new at all to DeviantArt. I've been a visitor of the site since 2006 while having posted some deviations on my old account as the user MIU-Artist. I decided recently to come back and to delete everything I did those measly few years ago. You might call that insane since that's destroying my entire portfolio, but I call it realistic because in many ways; what I did then doesn't reflect the kind of artist I am now. I'm still, however, the same old wise ass that I've been since I graced the world with my existence. Before I improve your gray little life by about 1000%, I must tell you a bit about myself. My name is Flora Korkis and I'm a Middle Eastern lady living in Canada. I pride myself on my writing and humour, but certainly not my conversational skills. I'm not hot, but thank-you for being so concerned about me being on the verge of dehydration. Like the wonderful postmodern writer Vladimir Nabokov, I was born into a country which, at the time, had a dictatorship but now has lies of democracy smothered over it like vanilla frosting on a cake which is delicious, but you know will make you gain about 20 pounds after. Straight to the fucking thighs! Ahh, these food comparisons are not helping me with my weight issues. As you can see, my little welcome message on my profile page is "that non-white metalhead." This is another display of my humour which has an element of truth because you don't exactly see too many Middle Easterners involved in this scene. I also get referred to as "that Middle Eastern chick" in a way when someone forgets my name or didn't bother to learn it. Having said that, I am in a huge dilemma because, well, my parents don't exactly approve of metal, just like how they don't approve of my Atheism. I also happen to not give a Shi'ite about their opinions on both matters. You might ask me at some point since I'm such a bloody fascinating spectacle to behold the question of "what country with a dictatorship from the Middle East is this bitch from?" and to that I say, Iraq. I won't even go further than to just tell you that Iraq is the biggest parody in the world. In the ancient past, the brightest scholars and wise asses were educated and enlightened there, but now the biggest idiots and dumb asses come from it. And our people fought for thousands of years over prophets who talked a lot of bullshit. Yes, this place which founded the first library and a spectacle like myself has turned into this. Since I'm too lazy right now to go beyond the basic and shallow five-paragraph essay format, I will just list off everything else about me which I'd not had a chance to brag about on my profile as my concluding paragraph. I have three rabbits (Coconut, Snowy, and Butterscotch) and a cat (Oreo), two of these weird things called "brothers" (Samir and Rafi Korkis), things that get in my way called "parents" (Fanar Korkis and some dude who got her pregnant), assertiveness, feminism, "hippie shit," a life (surprisingly), gold - arrrrrrrg, things that don't make sense (Mr. Bungle), love for people who pronounce my last name correctly (it's Kor-KEES, not Kor-KISS; Kor-KISS sounds like a Korean version of KISS) the first time, occasional writing for Metal Underground, and love for run-on sentences. I'm also a student who will do anything for money at this point but won't do "favours" if you know what I mean. Thank God I'm an Atheist, Flora "Floatie Mc Flo Flo" Korkis |
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- Current Residence: Hamilton, Ontario, Canada
- Print preference: Paper
- Interests: The arts (music, film, literature), fashion, politics, global domination, and odd humour.
- Favourite movie: American History X
- Favourite band or musician: Silje Wergeland
- Favourite genre of music: Metal
- Favourite artist: Francis Bacon
- Favourite poet or writer: Vladimir Nabokov
- Favourite style of art: Writing
- Operating System: Vista
- MP3 player of choice: iPod is okay, but I haven't really experimented with others.
- Shell of choice: Taco
- Wallpaper of choice: Fibrous
- Skin of choice: Mine
- Favourite game: Prince of Persia
- Favourite gaming platform: PS3 is pretty cool, but others come close.
- Favourite cartoon character: Stan Smith
- Personal Quote: Nearer is clearer, distance obscures. This is the way of the world.
- Tools of the Trade: My mind, a pen, and paper. Preferably black fine tip pens, because they help me to think clearer.
- Website: http://www.florasspot.blogspot.com
- Email: theaftermath@live.ca
- AIM: Lolita Florako
- MSN: theaftermath@live.ca
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