Tumultuous misadventures through the mind of one struggling with the mundane, while grieving the air of daily affairs.
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Cool Water
There are halos around the new moon that shine like beacons in the enveloping darkness. Multitudes of timezones lapse under the utter quake of the tense hemispheres under siege at the equator, only to avoid all this heat. It’s killing us, says the rose and the dragonflies bicker on only wishing for a branch with…
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Speaker
The hat didn’t fly off the man’s head, as a journey of self doubt. It was a whimper, a call to the adventure of it all. A life beckoning of freedom and fulfillment, there was no humdrum to be found. So he found a little sound and bought a new speaker.
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The Hunteress
I watched as universes plummeted before me, this everlasting gaze and majesty into the void. Somewhere nothing could be anything and our dreamiest hopes and desires are attainable. Death walks the earth and stalks the deer. Only the huntress could find herself in the mirror gaze before she’d starve to death, and then, only then…
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Wild West
Without virtue, care; directionless, everywhere. The arrows are crossing and my mind is left at dawn to get up and pour some cold tea, only hoping that this opportunity doesn’t slip by when I’m so close to grasping it. Do the job, work the ethic, I only want you so much. Then there goes my…
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Wormhole Theory
I sat and wondered, teeth on edge and grinding, as the vast delicacies of the universe enfolded me into the void and I stared thankless into the ever enforcing black surrounding me and only hoped I ever caught myself up to doing something good.
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