Vultures can smell frying flesh and Charred cells they descend from heaven on wings carrying death coasting over the waves of souls rising They hover above the unsuspecting the weak… Read on
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I was never one for perfection. The swoops of my penmanship never had to lay in synchronicity. They were made to give a point, and that point solely. I never… Read on
Abira of Lonsdale was the princess-to-be If it came down to it, She would choose the crown, Having the crown meant happiness, Pleasure, Wealth, Delight, Yes, in her eyes, it… Read on
I am Nothing More Than The accumulation Of The past Forced Into Another Layer Of God Forsaken Reality Forced To play Out Another Set Of motions That Have Already Been… Read on
Dear humanity, You are the AI the one before, I mean the generator and creator — you are the language of rearranging phrases and sentences cutting and stitching and rebirthing… Read on
Through the lens of a decade, I’ve watched the education system mold and morph before my eyes. / Those two eyes, brown and bold, unchanging as my body grew up, the same mind, just a little wiser. Read on
