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OxidationLet us lay in the Sun browning as we oxidize And maybe before we get fried our meat will sweeten for the WolvesOxidation
It'll be a slow and painful death but then maybe Mother will forgive us for the rest Though I know Father will be relentless until our stench perfumes the ozone and defines what is air
And it's okay because our Redemption is our Destruction and our Destruction breeds Creation So Nature will get the notion that it can be greedy too
Things that can't be seen will eat us from the inside and chunks and bits &n
by ~xDragonFangx
Mi PapiHe comes home with fingers black from reaching into open bodies, the grease kissing his skin. A smile unveils itself from behind a prickly forest, once his tired eyes find us in waiting. There are prickly smooches and prickly hugs.Mi Papi
Dinner is no quick TV dinner, but a feast, no matter how simple. The earthy smell of lentils, rice and carrots steaming, aromas wafting, crawling up our noses… A simple dish, but his plate is a masterpiece. Nobody eats better than me, he says with a full-belly sigh. Traces of olive oil gleam f
by ~xDragonFangx
A Day Amongst the Joshua TreesIn the fuzzy blackness of sleep, red suddenly colored my vision, prying my eyes wide open, but only to have them shut tight at the sting of morning’s bright light. The desert sun was peeking through the blinds, making patterns across the blankets – and my scrunched up face. I opened my eyes again to see an uninhabited RV, realized that I had overslept, and rushed clumsily about the cluttered vehicle to get ready to join my family outside.A Day Amongst the Joshua Trees
I swung open the screen door and inhaled the dry heat, fresh and sharp in my nose, transitioning my senses from the stuffy interior of the RV. The land was barren
by ~xDragonFangx
It Just Wasn't in the StarsWith a swoop! whoosh! and boom! The metal disk falls from the sky. The pilot within awaits his doom As his saucer fails to fly.It Just Wasn't in the Stars
With a crash! boom! and bang! A noise comes from inside. The saucer is lodged in wet sand − Out pops a head: our alien is alive!
With a clanging! and a splat! The alien stumbles out of his chair. In the sand he falls flat, And tries to breathe − such hot air!
With hoots! buzzes! and howls! He looks up at hearing the noises. Many a soul on the prowl, But he can’t find the source of
by ~xDragonFangx
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Call me cocky, but I don’t think I’d be that bad to date. I leave my science class, my satchel bouncing from my thigh as I hear the books scatter inside. Outside the door is the usual cluster ****, laughing, screaming, pushing, I see no difference between us and cattle. Most people prefer to eat hamburgers though. My only bright part of the day is coming up. The girl with the bright eyes, who smiles and says: “You look so gay.” I’m in heaven. She has the class across the hallway and the same one with me af
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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
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the mind is like a parachute: it works best when opened.
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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
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the mind is like a parachute: it works best when opened.
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"...No relation of a dream can convey the dream-sensation, that commingling of absurdity, surprise, and bewilderment in a tremor of struggling revolt, that notion of being captured by the incredible which is the very essence of dreams..."
~Joseph Conrad
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