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When folks used to write about zombies, their stories always had a “science fiction-y” feel to them. The cause was either an alien ray-gun, a voodoo curse, a runaway virus, or some chemical agent let loose on an unsuspecting populace. It was totally fake — never would’ve happened outside of a George Romero movie or…Click here for reuse options!
What can I say — love is complicated. It always seemed so easy for us, but then I guess it turns out it really wasn’t. That’s why I’m here talking to you now — right? I know, I know. Begin at the beginning, go back to the start, find out what went wrong. In high…Click here for reuse options!
Tomorrow. The unbearable lightness of possibility, But terror weighs more, in the end. What measure of a life? Legacy, contribution, seemingly lofty pursuits — Earthly treasures nonetheless. Hope blocking pursuit. The mind’s eye is dark, Unable or unwilling to see? Experience discarded like trash, Clogging the soul’s gutter, No longer emptying into the ocean. The…Click here for reuse options!
Surrounded by concrete and tears, Marbleized grief in a sea of strange faces, Stone angels? No, they must be family. Offering platitudes, promising a better place, Saying his name until the sound is foreign in my ears. I hate these things… Here comes another, My eyes, my lips — seen through a fog of years….Click here for reuse options!
A grinding halt, slamming of the brakes, head-on collision with a wall — That was my life, when I expelled you. Screaming, bleeding, cursing the heavens, Wishing I’d never survived this ordeal. So much lost as you sprung forth — child of torment, spawn of remorse, Rotten fruit dripping from my loins, my only legacy…Click here for reuse options!
Faded sheets like dwindled hopes, In the shape of magazine clippings, tinged with cracked glue. Once vibrantly-colored, now monochromatic with age. Paper kisses, embraces of ink — smelling withered and dry. Planning is a poor substitute for passion. Dresses and hairdos, now hopelessly out of style, Love songs unsung, lingering tuneless in the air. Bouquets…Click here for reuse options!
Moon in Sagittarius, Corn will flourish and rheumatism cured. A mighty compound for every season, Theft in winter — spring infanticide. Solar cycles with Taurus rising, Chickens hatched. Recapitulation. Lucky day, a seedling sprouts! Blood in turmoil — constitution wrecked. Venus foretelling storms and female weakness. Stars aligned, the weight of the world on his…Click here for reuse options!
I live inside the glare. A bright, cold, lonely place — disguised as immortality, Filled with hard angles and uncompromising dualism, Populated by plastic expectations and razor disappointment. No humanity to buffer, or conscience to protect, Compass and guiding star lost in the blinding blaze. Faint glimpses of myself flickering by candle flame behind the…Click here for reuse options!
“Oh look,” a passing woman squealed. That’s one of the deadliest spiders in the world — but what a beautiful web he’s weaving. So intricate!” Glancing down at the black widow busily spinning silk on a fence near the kiddie rides, thoughts raced through the coaster’s mind. “He’s not so special. I’m just as complex…Click here for reuse options!