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I have no perspective, I
bring nothing new.
I absorb everything, I
am pressed to consume.

I consume. They press me,
to consume me, to imbibe,
to savor the flavor of
the fruits to their labor.

I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game correctly.
(. . .rebranding. . .)
I'm impressed you haven't
yet guessed my game.

If I'm alive, then we're ******.
If I die, then you're ******.
Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die. Die.
There she rests,
better yet,
her life's leaking.
She, the broken winged
being of a chemical bath,
never meant
to last long,
ponders her past when

violet light spears out of the black
night in a radial burst, orbs
of blue, white, and pink,
dance in collusion,

and calls her, as she's called to doom,
so many before her.

Within the oval shape casting there,
she beheld blood somewhere else,
pumping through gates,
coursing through veins.

With a muster of her final strength,
she fell from the rock and into the waters.
Pulling and pulling,
closer and closer.
Toxic yeti Mar 16
As I got to the dietitian
I go through a summer
Full of oranges
As I get caught
In the forest
A lady with oranges in her hair
Gives me an orange
And says.
“This may help you!”
CGW Jun 2018
Field of vision blocked.
Spaceship halo rays for us.
Slip into the sky.
Revolving in an orbit of thoughts
Magnetic attraction more towards the nucleus of ambience
And when revolved in outer orbit
Magnetic affinity grip loses ...

Enjoy the sinusoidal flow and accumulation
In the between the extremes...of nucleus ambience
Otherwise in extremes...
Extreme norms and normlessness...
Will turns sometimes to extreme depression...
And sometimes extreme excitement...


Chill and relax...
Variation of variables
Differ to different textures and  locations

Many factors influences our mood
And thought process plotted
May varies
Talarah Shepherd Jun 2014
What do you want me to do about it? You're acting like, like we can't
do anything about this, Nandu. Like you're, I mean you're acting like,
this is my fault, here. What was I supposed to do? I mean, I had no way
of knowing, man. Oh ****, might have to shok this guy who's ****** little
kids -- wait a sec, better not say anything about ReFresh water! I mean, what the ****?

I am blaming you because that was the worst joke I've heard.

In how long, ever?

In a long time.

Look, I'm sorry, okay? I'm sorry. But this is not my fault. We should fight this.

They're doing what they're doing. If you do something like this again, I'm firing you.

You're not gonna fire me.

How do you know that?

You're not gonna fire me because, people make mistakes. And you know that.
This is a conversation between Miriam Marcus and her boss, Nandu Kumar.
Solaces May 2014
The sun shines today.. No clouds, blue sky ocean above..  The day is wonderful..  And I am happy to begin it..  I never really knew how beautiful the day was to my eyes and soul.. I feel ashamed that we stole it long long ago..  Last night a mistake was made, or at least I think it was.  Perhaps it is part of the bigger plan, maybe I was meant to find out for a reason.  But it could simply mean I saw what I saw for a reason or by chance..  I question that because they or we have been to careful for so long.. The invasion happen long long ago..  I know that now because of what we are becoming and because of what I saw..  

There was someone here before us.  This beautiful blue blaze that shines from afar that we call Earth did not belong to us..  You see we were the invaders..  Humans.  We took this beautiful day from someone else's eyes and soul..  We had to believe that we were from here.. We had to somehow think that we never came from the stars..  It is built in our D.N.A to one day leave this place and invade another world and start this cycle all over again..  Thosands of worlds have been invaded by us..

What I saw that brought me to this revelation was one who was here before us..  She told me and explained to me what we truly are..  She told me what we have forgotten about ourselves!
The ones here before us will meet us again..

— The End —