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PolystyreneNowadaysPolystyrene
I can only find consolation in the concrete walls that surround this city and the steady drip of chemicals swimming pools for ants; forming on the floor
I like to watch the dancing swirls of toxicity,
it's artificial glow always seemed to console me more than any campfire or succession of shore-bound waves
merging armies of filth marched on other's and the colours fought perpetual wars until one party retired with the intent of surrender;
only to be defeated by the infinitely expanding sea of emulsified colour
drip, went the leaking vats
by ~TheTypewriter
Romantic AbsurdistRomantic Absurdist
chasing sparks of rage suddenly became second-rate sympathy became the new hate, logic told me it was just desperate bait but I took it regardless
and I felt a discerning fate
I was human;
or at least half, at any rate
; stop
revelation there might be some relation between instinct and contemplation
our mind's vocation is self-righteous salvation; our own education and one fascination of one correlation; a human sensation that kills information a
by ~TheTypewriter
The Worst Dilemna Ever, PeriodI think the period is a fantastic tool it has the power to end words and give rhythm to whatever we're writing it's just a small black dot but it has so much power it can even make stories about itself seem juvenile and fast paced and generally horribly written then again that's only when it isn't there I think the period is inherently good because it would help this look a lot better although that's assuming that punctuation can think maybe i'm going crazy without that goddamn dot in fact I can't even end my own sentences and now everyone's going to think i'm a horrible writer that is awfully prone to run-on sentences but i'm not I swear theThe Worst Dilemna Ever, Period
by ~TheTypewriter
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The GameIt's time to play the game, So we'll never be the same.The Game
We gamble with our hell, Seemingly not knowing the height from which we fell.
The game is a trial, One of constant denial.
We will fight to win, We will be free from our sin.
We cannot fall into the pit, We cannot continue to live in it.
It's time to play the game, Here's hoping to never being the same.
Game on.
by ~FaithHopeLove821
Knowledge is power.
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Your writing is really neat. It's very existential, and I like that. And the opinions seem very true to the work.
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The blog.
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its the little things like picking blackberries and making smoothies full of seeds that make me love the days of summer.
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Now, the making of a good compilation tape is a very subtle art. Many do's and don'ts. First of all you're using someone else's poetry to express how you feel. This is a delicate thing.
-Rob Gordon from High Fidelity
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I am here to live out loud. - Emile Zola
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