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I wake up whenever the big bright thing comes back, you call it a sun but I don’t know that fact. I don’t have a specific schedule, my mud hut is pretty basic but arguably influential. I don’t start my mornings with green eggs and ham, a freshly caught rabbit shall be breakfast for the fam. Most of my day consists of finding food, whatever’s around, no particular mood. Everything I’ve learned I teach to my child, this uncivilized world can get pretty wild. After playing with junior I look for more food, I see a fellow ‘magnon “What’s up, my dude?” We forage for nuts and we forage for berries, leaves will do, but, you know, it varies. When the cold goes away we’ll begin to farm, we’ll change the land what’s the harm? It’s almost dinner what could I make? There’s a lot of fish down in that lake. I crouch near the water and aim my harpoon, I sense a tasty supper sometime soon. Compared to the average human my senses are keen, lucky for you It’s 2016. I’m stuck in the food chain, you shouldn’t complain. I had to outrun a bear today, I ran uphill and shouted, “HOORAY!” The hill had a spider, it couldn’t be wider. It bites my ankle, making me rankled. I’m growing pretty tired, possibly due to the bite I acquired. My head gets heavy and my thoughts start to fade, I try to focus on the idea I last made. I look at the tiny dots in the night, contemplating my place and where I fit right. My species so young, our world so mysterious, what you have yet to learn should make you delirious. I curl up on the floor and close my eyes, the story of my life forever fossilized. My tribe members bury me but I’m not the first, an underground sea of dead bodies is all that remains in the land we traversed.
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Apr 16, 2020
Apr 16, 2020 at 4:54 AM UTC
A Day in the Life of a Cro-Magnon
I wake up whenever the big bright thing comes back, you call it a sun but I don’t know that fact. I don’t have a specific schedule, my mud hut is pretty basic but arguably influential. I don’t start my mornings with green eggs and ham, a freshly caught rabbit shall be breakfast for the fam. Most of my day consists of finding food, whatever’s around, no particular mood. Everything I’ve learned I teach to my child, this uncivilized world can get pretty wild. After playing with junior I look for more food, I see a fellow ‘magnon “What’s up, my dude?” We forage for nuts and we forage for berries, leaves will do, but, you know, it varies. When the cold goes away we’ll begin to farm, we’ll change the land what’s the harm? It’s almost dinner what could I make? There’s a lot of fish down in that lake. I crouch near the water and aim my harpoon, I sense a tasty supper sometime soon. Compared to the average human my senses are keen, lucky for you It’s 2016. I’m stuck in the food chain, you shouldn’t complain. I had to outrun a bear today, I ran uphill and shouted, “HOORAY!” The hill had a spider, it couldn’t be wider. It bites my ankle, making me rankled. I’m growing pretty tired, possibly due to the bite I acquired. My head gets heavy and my thoughts start to fade, I try to focus on the idea I last made. I look at the tiny dots in the night, contemplating my place and where I fit right. My species so young, our world so mysterious, what you have yet to learn should make you delirious. I curl up on the floor and close my eyes, the story of my life forever fossilized. My tribe members bury me but I’m not the first, an underground sea of dead bodies is all that remains in the land we traversed.
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The CAVE was black in the Endless gloom A place beyond all light! Deep and dark as the Middle Earths Ten times much more than night! The stalactites hung like gleaming teeth Of a Monster long extinct; The water dropped with a silvery tone Of an echoing long deep plink. The walls where My flashlight shone on them. Were the hues of paradise, I dropped a rock far over the edge, And it bounded once, then twice. It stretched out far to infinity Like the throat of a monstrous Whale! And when I called it echoed far Like the sound of a ghostly wail! I was glad I knew my way out from This CAVE like the UNDERWORLD Else I step wrong on the slippery rocks And to far depths be hurled! And the bones of Bear and Wolf and Cat Testified right well To the fact that others hadn't known; And to their deaths they fell. I thought I was the only one To know of this retreat. With no other signs of Man about The Silence hugged me sweet! But then I turned a corner sharp And there in the ghostly light; Painted so real I first thought they were. So they gave me quite a fright! Were Mammoths big with their ivory tusks Gleaming in the light! Running forever across the walls Of a long and endless night! And Bisons real as the orbiting Moon As from snarling Dogs they ran. But they weren't going fast to safety soon For their Makers had been Man! How thrilled I was to find them there! Yet I almost uttered a curse: It seems there's no place left on Earth That you can discover, first!
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Jan 7
Jan 7, 2026 at 7:42 PM UTC
DEFEATED BY ANCIENT MAN