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The weight of the splintering perpendicular wood Shatters the disks, rips the chord, and pulls the stem. The matter unclogs and spills the juices on the floor. I fall forward and the skull shatters like crystal. Dive deep in the pool I've created. Look what my weakness made. It's cliché, trite, empty, a void. I've made a hole. Where are the colors unseen? Where's my power? Everywhere like a fog to be boiled by someone else's laser. Only for a while lie to me. Get lost in my fog. Be confused m...

"Jeez" Jack said relieved, haphazardly throwing his keys at the small antique table next to him. They jingled as they landed with a thud on the brown shag carpet next to Aluicious, the tuxedo cat. Aluicious let out a startled cowl of disapproval, and with an air of cold, feline snobbery, drifted from the room. Jack was quite the collector of old stuff. He liked that it reminded him of somewhere else like puzzle pieces to a time machine. His house had plain white walls except for on 24 by 36 ...

Jack "Jeez" Jack said relieved, haphazardly throwing his keys at the small antique table next to him. They jingled as they landed with a thud on the brown shag carpet next to Aluicious, the tuxedo cat. Aluicious let out a startled cowl of disapproval, and with an air of cold, feline snobbery, drifted from the room. Jack was quite the collector of old stuff. He liked that it reminded him of somewhere else like puzzle pieces to a time machine. His house had plain white walls except for on 24 b...

So I reach inside my core and pull out my heart. Its soft pulse, I feel, is comforting… I guess I've known it longer. Its charming I think… You don't think so. To you it is obnoxious and weak. I ignore this unkind observation and force it on you and before you walk away I shout "look!" and you haphazardly do. It starts to sprout. The pale root mending with the vibrant but slowly fading red, to you, seems grotesque, but to me it is so profound I can't overcome their entanglement, and slowly th...

So I reach my hand inside my core and pull it out. Its soft pulse, I feel, is comforting… I guess I’ve known it longer. Its charming I think… You don’t think so. To you it is obnoxious and weak. I ignore this unkind observation and force it on you and before you walk away I shout “look!” and you haphazardly do. It starts to spout. The pale root clashing with the vibrant but slowly fading red, to you, seems grotesque, but to me it is so profound I can’t overcome their entanglement, and slowly ...