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#hybrids
for the midnight reader the bottom feeder alien ******* that harvests anew hybrids born in silent scorn dna run askew replicant son has artificial recall dreams of freefall into abyss kiss me Rachel hold me like you would a lover discover that we are faded copies of a once proud thought a once original dream
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Jan 24, 2019
Jan 24, 2019 at 12:49 AM UTC
faded copies
Why are people afraid of me? I am simply an ideology. Why do people feel ashamed of me? I am simply a human being. We cannot all think the same, yet people 'promote diversity'. We cannot think the same, so  there lies the hypocrisy. Amidst their disguises of compassion, there is a dangerous distraction. If they truly encouraged love, then they would not promote destruction. A looks different from b, in todays world, that is an abomination. B thinks differently from c, in todays world, that is an invasion. It is also as if people want to rewind time and stop at segregation. Like a pervasive virus, there is more and more division. We cannot rewrite history, but we relive it. We can change the future by solving the present.
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Jun 7, 2018
Jun 7, 2018 at 8:43 PM UTC
The Beginning or End of an Era
I believe that fire was still a mystery when the hunt was interrupted by the visitors knowing that the creatures were startled by their presence these visitors could passively drop the gold dust into the creek from which they drank and as expected, the dumbfounded four with mouths agape watched in disbelief without twitching a muscle though it is not ascertained that disbelief was a function of the thought process that they were at this time capable it was not lost on these creatures however, our forefathers that these odd newcomers were far superior than the mastodon they were tracking with rocks the 3 visitors gave a glance to their soon-to-be hybrid offspring and were off the ability to convey their experience when they returned to their caves fell futile there were as yet no grunts to properly describe what they had witnessed the DNA structure leading to the ceiling of the evolutionary scale was no longer a towering, folding beast but rather a mere stepladder fire was discovered tools, arrows, weaponry and monuments that we have yet to explain how were constructed while the last true human but a young child when the visitors came who had observed from afar drank only from a pond that they had not touched he passed like a story from the ancients forgotten in time
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Apr 3, 2018
Apr 3, 2018 at 4:08 PM UTC
gold dust