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Radness The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more. How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another. The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole. The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave. Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry. Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.
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May 28, 2013
May 28, 2013 at 8:59 PM UTC
Alchemy
Radness The Philosopher’s Stone is not just a spiritual metaphor but an actual substance that can transmute lead or mercury into gold. The Stone is a product of Alchemy. Unlike chemistry, which only deals with physical matter and energy, Alchemy makes use of etheric and astral energies to reconfigure matter at the quantum level. Alchemy is to chemistry what a cube is to the square; it is a superset of chemistry and is capable of so much more. How Etheric Energy Overrides Physical Laws Alchemical achievements require successfully gathering, concentrating, and multiplying etheric energy. When this energy reaches a critical threshold, it overpowers the normal laws of physics and allows seemingly miraculous processes to take place. I believe it does this by biasing probability. By amplifying the probability of minor quantum effects, which are normally limited to the subatomic scale, they manifest on the larger atomic scale. In this way, one element spontaneously transforms into another. The world around us is made of subatomic particles that regularly undergo unpredictable jumps, teleportation, bilocation, superposition, and other strange quantum behaviors. Why don’t everyday solid objects do likewise? Because the random quantum jittering of their subatomic particles collectively average out to zero. Think of a large crowd of people; seen from the air, the crowd as a whole is stationary, even though individuals within the crowd move in seemingly random directions. It’s because their movements are random and uncoordinated that they average to zero net movement on the whole. The world we see around us is merely a crowd of subatomic particles whose individual quantum jumps aren’t apparent because they average to collective stillness. Physical laws that govern our everyday world, known as the deterministic laws of classical physics, are merely the laws of the crowd. These laws are what’s left of quantum physics after the unpredictability is removed through statistical averaging. They are not absolute laws; they are just the most probable manner in which matter and energy behave. Physical laws can be bent. While the probability is incredibly low that enough coordination and coherence develops among the quantum jitters to manifest on a collective scale, that is exactly what etheric energy does. It alters probability and thereby skews the laws of thermodynamics, gravity, electromagnetism, and chemistry. Alchemy does not violate the laws of physics, nor does it always follow them, rather it bends them as needed. It operates upon the quantum foundation from which these laws arise in the first place, via etheric energy affecting the probability of quantum events.
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There's a golden sunset in my head. I go there when the music swells, I go there when the nights are dead, I go there when I think of Hell. I smile at what is evil, And spew laughter at the hearse. The sunset skews my vision, And I had thought that it made me worse. I try to draw the golden water, So that maybe you could drink it to. I try to describe its every contour, To try and give the sun to you. For the sunset's in the car chase, The sunset's in the bar, The sunset's for the horsemen, And all the stories that went too far. I paint these savage pictures, That never seem to catch the light. And I marvel at my failure, With bitter re-reads in the night. But the sun is still there setting, And there's time to catch it yet. Even these words have escaped me, But I can always try again I guess.
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Dec 11, 2013
Dec 11, 2013 at 8:28 PM UTC
Sunset
If you're tired of carrying such weight, that droops your shoulders and skews your gait That you feel numb from the pain of the past, and every new problem leaves you aghast If you think you're one of the condemned and shady, because your troubles come and never leave, listen to the story about this young lady, and then thank me for what you shall receive She comes from I know not where, and she goes I know not when, spell her name, I know not how, and speak to her, I know not what Be not deceived thou yet my friend, for she does not hide what others conceal, she lives her life like an open book, and every page has something to reveal But what makes her unique and what makes her rare, is how she oscillates between fun and care, she looks at black and white in the same color - red and that, I guess, is enough said You may think she is born of privilege, but let me tell you that is not true, she gets her share of joy and pain, trust me, she's just like you And just like you she's afraid of insects, and ghosts and ghouls and all that stuff, but unlike you she doesn't run away from fear, and unlike you she's pretty tough So next time you feel like it's too much to bear, and you feel engulfed in fires, just read this poem and once again, think about the girl who inspires!
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May 26, 2013
May 26, 2013 at 10:46 AM UTC
Keep Spreading Happiness
The nightfall smears a biding shade and plume as Nyx complexed the clear diurnal day and skews the stoic lensing out of gloom alike the hearted Eros, wrought his sway. How still the specks of frost on balm and reed like stars arranged in view for crystal eyes, and glazed upon the tips; a sweetened mead which lovers strive in truthful, purple prize. A sullen stratus coats the idle orb succumbs the amber beams to patchy lure, and from within uncertain skies absorb a kindred duel; dreamers must endure. Tonight, the morrow, all thereon to be to ardors flux; at night is when to see.
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Jul 29, 2018
Jul 29, 2018 at 2:57 PM UTC
Night is alike Love (Sonnet)
Dear soulmate, I met you once You were standing So was I We talked, Mostly with our eyes Not then said I realize I thought maybe You said no So again it was just I I met you twice This time sitting I figured this time friends Friends we were Time came along And as it does made me realize I've loved you along. Its to bad time skews And separates Those that maybe are meant to be Its a complicated world But maybe I'll see you A third time around And know I've loved you along.
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Jun 16, 2015
Jun 16, 2015 at 1:01 AM UTC
soulmate
I am in love with you, Love. I want so badly to need somebody, To be the somebody that they need. To commit my whole heart to them, and for them to commit their whole heart to me. Too often do I love the idea of a person, Rather than seeing them for who they really are. Love intoxicates and skews my vision. And it tears my heart apart. Oh, I am indeed in love. Not with him and not with her, But with an idea. The idea of loving someone who is deserving of my heart. The idea of loving so fiercely that our spark will never dwindle I am in love with you, Love.
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Nov 8, 2017
Nov 8, 2017 at 5:40 PM UTC
in love with the idea of loving.
We change over night As the darkness chills us to the bone We become stiff with bitter memories That once seemed so right Milky twilight revealing our faces Casts soft shadows over once pithy edges Of what is in front and what is behind us The thickness of night skews our surroundings Perception misconceptions grant us the right to stare Our hearts are told to beat faster by stagnant movements in the distance We are not the only bitter creatures influenced by the night to play Because it's easier to pretend to see something when nothing is there
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Oct 19, 2013
Oct 19, 2013 at 9:21 AM UTC
Convalescent Introverts
Amazing what Never cleansed Dirteous skews- Appall us Appealing- Glurveous revealing- Tippled ******* Cinched A lack Unnerving Loves At you. ✊
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Nov 22, 2013
Nov 22, 2013 at 3:11 AM UTC
Twenty word challenge
When winter comes, the game is over Until then I’m tilling the soil, in preparation for the final score Cordiality Before the fertility of an ordeal, which grows into the bigger picture Displayed Splayed open in awkward moments, momentum picking up Dust Doesn’t this dirt, do something… creates… With no need Of creativity It just becomes… Nativity bourne… Energy from the stress, stretchin Gravity pulls Subdues the aborted missions… Missing the survivors One In a million, peal through the milieu, and skews This present View of manure, that manifests in the festivities that brings out The most Beautiful black rose in spring… Arose from the black Beneath Neither I nor you can undue, growth… Destruction just makes room For something Bigger to become… Cometh the comets to renew the stigma… Butterflies Kiss the bees… Better fly before the sting… Before the sting… Stung Death becomes the unlikely pair… The pear drops, to its own despair This pair Dies… as the flies, cover the corpse, cadavers and carrion Carry on The merry married marred, and in the spoils, spring new life Young maggots Detested by the world, enters ignorantly blissful, and springs… Underlings Lingering beneath the grips of hatred, when it grows, with its Hundred eyes It still wont see the picture… distorted kaleidoscopic optics stops it From seeing The whys, the wheres, the world, the web The spider That sits beside her… and ***** the life out her The outer Casings, the crust, the crevice, the crack, the core, We see Explore, excavate through the dust of adam, and reach the hot magma, The lake Of fire floods the land… and destroys another civilization “Welcome to earth…”
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Jan 12, 2011
Jan 12, 2011 at 3:18 AM UTC
gRose
When winter comes, the game is over Until then I’m tilling the soil, in preparation for the final score Cordiality Before the fertility of an ordeal, which grows into the bigger picture Displayed Splayed open in awkward moments, momentum picking up Dust Doesn’t this dirt, do something… creates… With no need Of creativity It just becomes… Nativity bourne… Energy from the stress, stretchin Gravity pulls Subdues the aborted missions… Missing the survivors One In a million, peal through the milieu, and skews This present View of manure, that manifests in the festivities that brings out The most Beautiful black rose in spring… Arose from the black Beneath Neither I nor you can undue, growth… Destruction just makes room For something Bigger to become… Cometh the comets to renew the stigma… Butterflies Kiss the bees… Better fly before the sting… Before the sting… Stung Death becomes the unlikely pair… The pear drops, to its own despair This pair Dies… as the flies, cover the corpse, cadavers and carrion Carry on The merry married marred, and in the spoils, spring new life Young maggots Detested by the world, enters ignorantly blissful, and springs… Underlings Lingering beneath the grips of hatred, when it grows, with its Hundred eyes It still wont see the picture… distorted kaleidoscopic optics stops it From seeing The whys, the wheres, the world, the web The spider That sits beside her… and ***** the life out her The outer Casings, the crust, the crevice, the crack, the core, We see Explore, excavate through the dust of adam, and reach the hot magma, The lake Of fire floods the land… and destroys another civilization “Welcome to earth…”
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Were you colorful or was I just using crayons Were you outgoing or did I just forget your outline I'm looking for new colors to help me keep your ambivalence aligned Wrestling with art skews shapes into hues I painted me into the pictures too Am I just washed out or am I using a lot of blue You're running away and I'm left here confused Did I forget to use glue or was I just used I thought I had control, but you were drawing too I drew a house around me, with a corner too I forgot what season it is I'm losing color, I'm turning into a silhouette I lost my thought bubble in the last month I can remember It was June. The only thing I have left is a question mark That I'm trying to bend into a sword But I don't have the same crafting supplies that I drew with you
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Sep 30, 2014
Sep 30, 2014 at 12:07 PM UTC
Construction Paper.
I believe that Memories turn on themselves. Just like the subconscious. It takes what you don't want To think about Flips it Skews it Presents itself in a most appealing Adam and Eve type manner Then pulls it away. This is for hands left unheld For days left uncelebrated For calls not made Words not spoken Dreams not lived Tears shed when no call came at midnight. Tears shed. This is for falling down That spiral that you swore Was not for you Too bad you don't get a choice. Tick tick tick Time is slipping You're wasting time Can't you see that time is Melting through your fingers, Falling through the cracks because of The heat that pounds down on you And your uselessness, your waste. Your memories will turn eventually. They were once shiny and new. Appealing. Hopeful. Now, they crumble like Decrepit walls, abandoned homes, Like hands left unheld. Blowing away in the wind, Nothing but ash. Something so beautiful turned to Something so, so hated.
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Jul 16, 2010
Jul 16, 2010 at 11:13 PM UTC
The past.
Admittedly it's true. I am biased over you. Rose color skews my view, while there's nothing I can do. My predilection dears? That's you!
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Dec 19, 2011
Dec 19, 2011 at 10:27 AM UTC
For A, K & J
It was a colorful town on the river down. Full of promise, white fences, green fields and rainbow trout. Pearl snap purple striped shirts and shiny silver belt buckles. The sound of classic twang rang aloud from speakers abound... Seeking ever-present pink cheek disguises and marigold sundresses, Light's intent never bent by heaven-sent country curves so supple and round. Repent. No surprises to speak of, No stresses less be told. No rumor-fueled chuckles,   No sleek compromises, No barely fair careless hot messes...Yet to unfold and demise us. The night calls, The sun falls, the moon's face crawls high into the above dark space. All is peaceful and quiet by the day's review and so defines this place. On cue, old is devoured by new. Dawn again. So abruptly & suddenly skews the universe. Every curved dress is swooned to pine and guess. Roy G. rides in, out of the blue, painting the whole town red, in the yellow high hot of the day, with a country mile bright white smile in kind and black heart, leaving a broken heart pile behind. Mr. Biv slips out in the black of night. His indifference blinding beyond the spectrum of light. by R.Craig David-09/2015
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Oct 28, 2016
Oct 28, 2016 at 8:14 AM UTC
"The Town of Palette" by R. Craig David
Roaming reckless snatching all there hexes putting them on I. Just to see through my eyes the curses and disasters that happen. Forever more the alchemist of the black art. The curse, the spew, with sound, deadlier than a poisoned dart. Fan entangled in webs, jet black. Spider so enormous, why is it so fat? That's what she said while in bed waiting. Faking a performance, for this one ****** fan. Tanned man, she bagged and holds the dollar, so paper skews and she becomes the baller Top dollar climbing buildings, being held by king kong does she live long? Maybe Just like the rest I undressed my mind Studied it. What I found is I am so **** fine, flying high thru skies so blue I'd call me a Legion because I roam with might and fell into the deep blue, cast out like demons into the deepest darkest blue, seeing eyes look as I write might entice the mights and powers. I devour the enormous spirit fear me because I don't fear it, I only fear God Almighty. But I know he guide me, taking me to Wonderful, it's exciting.
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Apr 25, 2016
Apr 25, 2016 at 2:44 PM UTC
Roaming
Your mind will never be free. A smog of emotion, you, and me pollutes perfection; a strong conviction for x, y, or z makes truth hum vaguely. Fear and the whole **** mess skews secret subconsciousness Confounding our dirt perfection, our galaxy-star-dust-energy-affection.
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Jan 26, 2013
Jan 26, 2013 at 4:00 PM UTC
Star Dust in Birth and Death
They tell me I am disordered That the disease skews my vision But I can't help that what I see first hand Rings more truth that expert opinions A battle of logic A reassessment of my past Solid justifications? Or am I with in the wrath?
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Mar 16, 2017
Mar 16, 2017 at 12:44 PM UTC
Turmoil
Funny, How tragedy skews your perception of time. You think I would remember the month, Or at least the year, I pulled her out of that den for ***** desperate destitutes, Trying to escape with help of Crystals and Mana. It was cold. Is all I remember really. Perhaps that's a way of my mind tricking me into thinking, It never happened. Her crazed howls from the gurney still echo in my head. They tell me other wise.
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Sep 1, 2014
Sep 1, 2014 at 8:09 PM UTC
Mothers Epitaph
Nature – with impeccable force – blows the air around Her, Her breath dancing on a mirror like a ghost in the evening. i cannot see Her face – She never looks me in the eye, but still – the fog skews my sight and hides the blades of the grass and bark of the tree. i am struck by these wonders, like the bloom in early march; my grief leaves me as easy as sight did in this condition. now, in the morning, i can only offer my navigation to a certain extent. i still stumble, and the anger bubbles like the early stages of boiling. i rub my eyes hoping this dream will leave me soon, knowing that the only way to break the spell is to reach out and wipe the mirror with my hands
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Jun 11, 2018
Jun 11, 2018 at 10:29 AM UTC
To The Fog
Life; a tale written only once Engraving history a slave to time Moments leaving lingering fragrance Memories painted in the minds eye Enchanted, by emotions that stay A new narrative Life short and lived We all hope our footprint escapes decay Roads travelled in convoy or alone Wind through vast and changing landscapes Some fleeting moments marked by milestone Stand out against the backdrop that time drapes Sadness alters what's seen through windscreen and rear view A journey retraced Moves at swift pace The image blends, distorts and skews We can't comprehend Can't pretend Can't amend Time has its own rules We abide till the end Grace and beauty; paint them evergreen Let vibrance take hold Turn history gold Choose to let goodness gleam Happiness changes what's seen Through windscreen and rear view A journey retraced Moves at swift pace The image blends, distorts and skews Yesterday is in the rear view Tomorrow offers no preview Today won't last very long Be somewhere that you belong
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Sep 4, 2017
Sep 4, 2017 at 10:35 AM UTC
Rear View
walk forward, one step fall back , two spring jumps winter skews keeping a cadence of an army bring it back the beat , down chants from where the peace is hewed and chewed and spewed in a cadence a beat of love of peace of new ferocity asking who is in accord who is with this beat of a new season's cadence.
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Sep 15, 2014
Sep 15, 2014 at 11:39 PM UTC
walk forward
Preferring traditional order is a conservative trait, While liberal views new ideas await. The extreme rednecks state, “We’ve always done it this way; There is no need for change.” The liberal response, “To not conceive or desire a better mousetrap Is unnatural and strange.” As an individual, I do a balancing act Looking to improve Yet staying on track. A community of individuals now compounds those views, And cultural difference furthermore skews The many balances that now abound. Ethnocentricity too may found In individuals pontificating to others in a nation Complex issue views that affect many With what sociologists call “The power of the situation”!! In waves of political sensation, They seem to reasonably call for new legislation. But beware of too hasty a decision!! What seems right at the time Due to momentum and chime Ushers in socialism!!  For new law after new law in hasty accumulation Leaves band-aid upon band-aid In poorly thought frustration, And instead of a solution’s well organized plan, We find we’ve just been chasing our tails again!!  In the United States of America, To have resolution we are so blessed In its masterfully crafted United States of America Constitution, In which our founding fathers so eloquently addressed The positions of philosophy and conviction Applying to individuals’ situations – whatever the mess!!  So, who is conservative in today’s political scene? One who closely aligns with and supports our US Constitution for sure, One who defends our individual rights that our US Constitution secures, And one that conserves our nation’s resources with respect And uses them sustainably where possible Rather than exploit for a few With (to spite the rest of us) the view: LET GREED PREVAIL WHAT THE HECK!! And finally to round off my top four, The national debt a true conservative cannot ignore!! An investment is fine and well recommended Especially to boom our economy, But continual escalating debt Cannot forever be Lest our children be sold into slavery!!  And now to our beloved Commander and Chief: I’ve criticized many of his first year approaches, manner, and means More than what he tried to get done, And now my beefs have subsided somewhat it seems Now that I’m seeing a more presidential presence than in year one!! A great State of the Union Address and CPAC superb nobody denied!! And with the NRA, as a conservative, we’re both on his side!! 
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Mar 5, 2018
Mar 5, 2018 at 5:43 PM UTC
CONSERVATIVELY SPEAKING THE STATE OF OUR UNION
Preferring traditional order is a conservative trait, While liberal views new ideas await. The extreme rednecks state, “We’ve always done it this way; There is no need for change.” The liberal response, “To not conceive or desire a better mousetrap Is unnatural and strange.” As an individual, I do a balancing act Looking to improve Yet staying on track. A community of individuals now compounds those views, And cultural difference furthermore skews The many balances that now abound. Ethnocentricity too may found In individuals pontificating to others in a nation Complex issue views that affect many With what sociologists call “The power of the situation”!! In waves of political sensation, They seem to reasonably call for new legislation. But beware of too hasty a decision!! What seems right at the time Due to momentum and chime Ushers in socialism!!  For new law after new law in hasty accumulation Leaves band-aid upon band-aid In poorly thought frustration, And instead of a solution’s well organized plan, We find we’ve just been chasing our tails again!!  In the United States of America, To have resolution we are so blessed In its masterfully crafted United States of America Constitution, In which our founding fathers so eloquently addressed The positions of philosophy and conviction Applying to individuals’ situations – whatever the mess!!  So, who is conservative in today’s political scene? One who closely aligns with and supports our US Constitution for sure, One who defends our individual rights that our US Constitution secures, And one that conserves our nation’s resources with respect And uses them sustainably where possible Rather than exploit for a few With (to spite the rest of us) the view: LET GREED PREVAIL WHAT THE HECK!! And finally to round off my top four, The national debt a true conservative cannot ignore!! An investment is fine and well recommended Especially to boom our economy, But continual escalating debt Cannot forever be Lest our children be sold into slavery!!  And now to our beloved Commander and Chief: I’ve criticized many of his first year approaches, manner, and means More than what he tried to get done, And now my beefs have subsided somewhat it seems Now that I’m seeing a more presidential presence than in year one!! A great State of the Union Address and CPAC superb nobody denied!! And with the NRA, as a conservative, we’re both on his side!! 
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It doesn't matter how far I look I see puzzles at every corner of my walk the Only difference between them is Some can stand still and some can talk. Flowers have a different problem Trees have a deeper issues Animals have some wild thoughts And we have our social skews. But we have an unique solution Which we keep ignoring Occupied by rule of food chain Thoughts of Single dominance airing It doesn't matter how far I look possibility of solution heaves To blossom together under ruthless sun With no notion of disbelieves
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Feb 14, 2019
Feb 14, 2019 at 12:58 PM UTC
Hope
In that moment there was a feeling.  It burrowed in and condensed into a tight ball of dust.  Then it exploded.  Spreading out.  Reaching tentacles to far corners. Wrapping roots.  Breaking pavement.  A chemical reaction of the volatile kind.  A thorn coated call.  She was shook.  Mistook a sly smile for a grimace and took to the cold. Ice plated girl. Overlooking from an ice plated terrace.  Her vantage skews the scene. She trembles  and dreams in red.  Silly girl. Forgot of such things as shears.
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Feb 2, 2018
Feb 2, 2018 at 7:54 PM UTC
Ice Plated Girl