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A Wake When I say that olives are brown, obviously I’m not referring to their color, though, I have seen some brown olives; not that I would ever eat them, being shriveled and covered with a thin fuzz, I’m sure they were quite unappetizing. To say aura would make me sound new age, and if there is one thing I don’t do, it’s try to heal my hemorrhoids with crystals and dirt. Besides, olives’ being brown isn’t even really the deciding factor here; it’s what they are. Olives are death. I was young; to accurately say how young is impossible, we all know how youth distorts and ends up being a single clear image cemented by blurs on both siA Wake
by ~Zujadik
Always Confused...Always Confused, and Just Now Dazed The first time Sam heard “Dazed and Confused,” she was in the passenger seat of a 1988 Buick le Sabre, staring out through the windshield into the night, watching the mist slowly coalesce on the surface of the car. The lights from the house reflected off the drops of water, and soon she felt as though she were under the spotlight herself as she waited for Thomas to answer. If he said no he would be lying to her, and that would be unacceptable. As unsavory as lying was to Thomas in general, lyinAlways Confused...
by ~Zujadik
A Radio SongIt was rather hard to find me if you wanted to. I traveled quite a bit, taking odd jobs in odd cities, working until I had gained enough money, usually about three months time would do it, two months if the pay was good, and then I would move on to the next city. I would survive on what I had earned in the previous city until I could find another job in my present location and then allow the cycle to repeat itself.A Radio Song
My existence I’m sure many would think was lonely, but I hardly found it such. I had hundred’s of friends. Bill’s, John’s, Jim’s, Brian’s and Matt’s populated whatever dark city I rode into. Every city had the same sch
by ~Zujadik
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The Cry of the HerdShe is the bucolic!The Cry of the Herd
Listen up, and listen good you bovine people of the world for this masterpiece is an unparalleled, inconcievably beatiful piece of art... whatever it is.
We will wear what you want us to even though it burns our skin. We will listen to what you have to say, even though your voice is gone. We will do as you please, though your will has faultered. We do not need your attention. Though we give you our approval.
We are forcefed your decay, but you want us to love it, so we do.
Our creed has fallen deathly ill but you don't seem to care. Our bones
by ~Wtsnaename
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Every time I look at you, I feel so completely dismantled.
i take all ideas into consideration...
and if you'll accept i'll comment whenever i have ideas of critiques as well...
but obviously i'll be watching out for ya...
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Every time I look at you, I feel so completely dismantled.
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