OddGastropod's profile
AGE:
20
LAST LOGIN: May 27
LAST LOGIN: May 27
First and foremost, my writing is undeveloped due to lack of sharing and feedback, so help me out…please..
I don’t feel human. I’m pretty sure I’m a snailien… kinda just trying to dig some of what’s going on here on Earth… I don’t eat Animals because it’s mean. I like to think of myself as a writer, but that’s probablly just an excuse for being overdramatic and emotional. I used to paint a little, but now I prefer sidewalk chalk. I like snails and other swirly gastropods more than I do humans, but I do enjoy communicating verbally with people. I watch a lot of Turner Classic Movies, and I listen to some pretty groovy tunes. I wanna end up somewhere with consistent dry, hottt weather. I really dig little kids, and I also wa…
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The end will come Sure as eerie blue outside Just before light When the fire flies die And the birds stop singing From what I see, Ominous promises of ending Are already upon us Why else is the Earth Over run by conrete (Glimpses of her struggle Commonly noticed in flowery weeds growing up through the rock and tar) The hum of bugs in the late evening Drown out by the drone of Cars, machinery, airplanes, and everything The end will come Sure as eerie blue morning light And the moon at night Wi...
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The end will come Sure as eerie blue outside Just before light When the fire flies die And the birds stop singing From what I see, Ominous promises of ending Are already upon us Why else is the Earth Over run by conrete (Glimpses of her struggle Commonly noticed in flowery weeds growing up through the rock and tar) The hum of bugs in the late evening Drown out by the drone of Cars, machinery, airplanes, and everything The monotony of superficial, mediocre Lives celebrated instead of seeking S...
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Sleep comes lightly, slightly To the weak and the wicked Too set in their ways to stay Awake for change The feeble minded toss from Ill understood dreams While the evil kind rid subconscious thought Of blues, reds, golds, and greens Both wake rested Ready to watch but not see As the world is infested by concrete Or just otherwise the colors turned bleak
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I sit absent-mindedly tearing apart clumps of plant life. A slimy something suddenly makes contact with my left index finger. Curious, I look down to find a small, single snail perched upon my finger tip. The creature's soft, moist body glistens in the sunlight; The hard exterior reminds me of an old piece of furniture. Reaching towards the seemingly antique gastropod with my right pointing finger, I am careful to avoid searing its elevated eyeballs with the salt of my skin. My shaky hand mee...
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So you've got a gun And you think you'll kill yourself So just forget and fuck everyone else? So you've gone and got yourself a gun And all those nasty predators better stay at bay But when you really need it in self defense, Where is your damn gun anyway? And what of those in the posession Of an automatic lethal weapon In a fit of rage? Or what about the probable fumble when the offender gets the death-robot-contraption, While you stand there and get shot with that "Oh, fuck" Expression on y...
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I like that this has a lot of balance: the edges being taught to soften, form something new than used to... Also, the blunt vocabulary makes for very vivid imagery here. Nice work, thanks for sharing!
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