DEAR LOYAL SUBJECTS,A QUACKING, HACKING HACK.
THAT IS ALL.
WHERE IS EVERYONE
WHERE?
AND WHY IS MY STUFF NOT GOOD ENOUGH.
~Lucky-Raincloud
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cold conquestsThe world meant to silence him, but he would not shut his mouth. Vomit and vulgarities poured out into the thin air below his gaping mouth, pouring and sloshing over the sides of the porcelain rim like a sort of post-digested precipitation; the snow of his bowels. It was a battle the boy was used to facing, one he often lost. His cavalry was drawn in, his tanks and cannons grounded, all his guardians cast away deep within the crevices of his chest. "Cheat life," yelled one general to his prize, "persecute it and what it made by mutilating you. You are its sin, its burden; you must show its error for your existence, your failed, vainly abortedcold conquests
by ~Lucky-Raincloud
Tomber"Oh, how the mighty have fallen" Comes to one's mind in these times; And how the ground did shake, And how the screams shriveled in the night, stale as they digested in its shady system.Tomber
And, how artificial was the blood Which dredged up in drenched currents, Currently drowning the land below In the absence of its long forgotten tyrant; Oh, how they have truly fallen to their death.
by ~Lucky-Raincloud
Creatures CrossAn ant crawls out of my computer, Fleeing his hindrance of a hive, Which was a nonsense place to live, anyway. Of course, it wasn't his say, He had no voice to speak, And that was the point of his journey, to seek Out a soul to seep his remains into, Turning them into an imitation of him. Creating cacophonous chaos, An ant crawls out of my computer, Wishing for a safer spot to lie, Which was why he could not stay in this same space. His was a dying race, One that, perhaps, fell off the Edge of the world when the Illusory explorers that were his namesakeCreatures Cross
by ~Lucky-Raincloud
innocence in a bottleThe ship rocked in waves of willful youth, vaguely moving yonder. The Great Unknown had been discovered already, had been known in the dusty past, had been bed mate and mistress to the infantile Old World, bearing it, suckling it, then loving it, much like the great mythological mothers of the past. The Earth itself was a mystery, Gaia being bearer of all, the visible and invisible. Innocenzo pondered these thoughts, trying to keep his little thirteen summered self from getting sea sickness. He was frail, as far as little boys went, a pale, yellowy olive, thin and with a far too prominent blush caused by poor circulation. The boy was diinnocence in a bottle
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I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
remember me? x]
(i will cry if you say no D:
actually i won't. but whatever.)
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I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you.
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If I was an athlete I'd be a gold-medaled bulimic pie eater.
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I'd like to be under the sea in an octopus' garden with you.
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