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The locals died and shrivelled with the autumnal leaves as their plastic, seasonal smiles faded with the last of the holidaymakers.
The ocean cradles the bloodied moon in its aquatic arms like a mother holds her crying babe.
All suffer and none should have to. But why not? If suffering makes life seem more real or more abstract, both circumstances are infinitely more bearable than the disturbing reality of mundane work-to-live-then-die-bored life.
It was one of those sweltering summer days in which the air itself seems to decline as a haze suffocates the outside world. It is painfully bright whether you are looking up at that ball of burning hydrogen or down at its vivid reflection on sheer pavement.
(...) pick up your axe, start at the roots
don't miss the trunk, never forget:
to end life truly and finally
start at the roots or end there.
Maybe I should stop while I'm ahead
Nay, I swim with sea-demons
no sweet summer tuned radio
over my sunless desertscape
how does it burn without the sun?
I could be the ceaseless mist that fogs your colourless eyes when you're lost in your universes.
The worst stories usually make you think: 'but nobody had to die'.
These are called true stories.
Is it all just a psychotic dream? What is life?
I could be that tenebrous enigma that floods out your words with sighs and frustration.
...few truly understood how disheartening it was to be cut off from worlds so strange and distant they remained to us fantasies rather than distant realities, too surreal and foreign to be touched. Their minds were fixated on what they knew to be real, unable to create the atmospheres of the nebulous realms that lay just beyond our reach, just beyond the dimming horizon, our celestial limits.
The empires collapsed to rubble. Skyscrapers dragged down to the ground. It was chaos. I could smell the end. It smells of tequila, cannabis, and strawberry shampoo. It's so cold so cold so cold. But I'm not shivering from cold. My own teeth are frigid icepicks. Carved diamond hard, I think I've cut my lip. Maybe it was someone else's teeth that nipped me.
A radiant full moon of silver hangs in the black sky, between the veils of misty clouds.
This revolution will be noted. It will be successful and above all, it will be in words.
