The boyThe boy had a vision Waking, sweating, puking from his vision It snowed with dust that came from nowhere And the city, he’s trapped It continues to shift The streets into alleys, and the industrialThe boy
District is empty For now The boy had a vision Cold, I mentioned empty and shifting? Yes, I assume so And the sight that you found? The dance and the lie? This fight would consume the visioning boy So come, dance beneath this Styrofoam snow
Before they find a way to stream it into our homes For a LOW, LOW COST OF $9.95!!! So onto the transit, he
the new market gameColonel, In response to our tragically ill-advised disagreement, (…towards the untamed garbage that drips from your lips…)the new market game
I’m sitting here on the floor like some dumb fucking animal. A swine that, in the very highest of intentions, sucks on red bull and bad coffee like a child on the teat of his whore-of-Babylon mother. Well, it’s as if some stodgy bastard were to sneak up and steal it all away. “No presents makes XMAS a sonuva bitch!” Daddy used to say The fucking pig. He’d spew his honky gibberish while nursing cheap beer and ignoring the wobbly, psychotic waxing and waning of an
Feedback, part one,chapter oneFeedback and the Medicine Man. “…What, if some day or night a demon were to steal after you into your loneliest loneliness and say to you: "This life as you now live it and have lived it, you will have to live once more and innumerable times more; and there will be nothing new in it, but every pain and every joy and every thought and sigh and everything unutterably small or great in your life will have to return to you, all in the same succession and sequence - even this spider and this moonlight between the trees, and even this moment and I myself. The eternal hourglass of existence is turned upside down again and again, and you with iFeedback, part one,chapter one
These elements fade to grey.The dry heat pours down from the lit elemental grates above me and I am utterly alone In the echo filled shelter of south-east 3C. I can hear so clearly the noise of red steel piping expanding and contracting from every direction. Bang, crack, like ghastly hammers. It's almost deafening when the metal collides. I take a long drag of my cigarette while humming to the tune of 'warm beer, cold women'. Wait for a moment... the rough melody returns to me a little older, a little wiser than it had been when it left. The bus won't arrive for, well, at least twenty minutes. But buses, this one rather, they're rarely on time anymore. Of thThese elements fade to grey.
Meeting EveThe alarm rang. Its loud and piercing shriek shattering Lucy’s uneasy slumbers. She opened her eyes and glanced across at the numbers on the dial. Ten to nine. She read the clock face again. Still ten to nine. With a muttered profanity she threw back the covers and jumped off the bed, her bare feet hitting the cold stone floor with an audible thud. She glanced wildly around the room, her eyes roaming for stray items of clothing. Sighting a pair of jeans and an old T shirt lying on the floor, she scrabbled to put them on. Glancing over to the clock again she uttered another curse. She was going to be late. She’d have to tell them there was a bMeeting Eve
Devious Journal Entry
like, seriously, its one of the ones written on my walls. anyways ttyl
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*Dreams come true, not free*
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*Dreams come true, not free*
...ooohhh my.
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it might not work though... it's a video. Needs some kinda..plugin... anyway...
"jesssseeeeee... remember the day yooouu left me...." or something to that effect. With a choir and a band... perhaps a quartet?
It suits you anyway. A posse. Especially a musical one.
...ewww... motley crew...
Wow. I havn't seen you in a really long time.
That's crazy.
It has been a really long fucking time since we've seen eachother, since i've seen any of you guys, it's pretty odd...
long time indeed.
quite odd.
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