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Degradation of decadent sprawling cities, there's a beetle trapped between a house and a hard place Wind tunnel determination, gusts like ocean waves Traveling on pillows of air, the heir is here and he's insignificant Window pane, wan to the wanderer Oscar Wilde with a bug-brain, scanning Feral animal skulking on street corners - and the wind dies with me Resting place, settled, solitude Insect evolution Populace, putrid, passed in the past and language dies too (This poem was never written) Ek Ek Ah Ek ee ee neep nee AHHH Ek Ek KKKKKRRRR SSSSSSSHHHHSSSSSSSSHHHSSSSSSSHHHSh And silence falls as the world sighs.
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
Part IV: That One Time Franz Kafka Made Coffee for H.G. Wells and The World Ended
Degradation of decadent sprawling cities, there's a beetle trapped between a house and a hard place Wind tunnel determination, gusts like ocean waves Traveling on pillows of air, the heir is here and he's insignificant Window pane, wan to the wanderer Oscar Wilde with a bug-brain, scanning Feral animal skulking on street corners - and the wind dies with me Resting place, settled, solitude Insect evolution Populace, putrid, passed in the past and language dies too (This poem was never written) Ek Ek Ah Ek ee ee neep nee AHHH Ek Ek KKKKKRRRR SSSSSSSHHHHSSSSSSSSHHHSSSSSSSHHHSh And silence falls as the world sighs.
"I, for one, welcome our new insect overlords."
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Jun 14, 2013
Jun 14, 2013 at 8:45 AM UTC
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