| "Farewell this Blackened Eye..." |
| Probably one of my best written pieces to date and the start of my Crumbling Cities storyline, a Junkpunk-Genre tale of a "post-apocalyptic" world that's less apocalypse and more anarchists' paradise. |


Three Shores:Serpent Spectrum{unoThree Shores:Serpent Spectrum
In the Back of my Mind The Ghost Ship Looms Blackened Bruise like Bloody Rose Blooms A Memory of a Dead Boy A Memory of a Boy-Toy Soldier Pushing me Forward And Far from Being Cornered.
The Spectrum within is Changing. The Spectrum Paints the Hollow in my Chest....
S o r r o w. E c s t a t i c s. &


Prompts:Theme: Anarchists Eden9:00 in the MorningPrompts:Theme: Anarchists Eden
There were a couple of things RamJak hated about the early hours. One of them just happened to be how nine o clock in the morning looked for any flaws in the architecture of a building that it could exploit to find the eyes of those who would much rather be sleeping. He hooked his elbow over his face and groaned as if it would warn away the sunbeam No such luck; he rolled over and was glad for once that he didnt have eyes in the back of his head.
The next thing he hated about mornings were his partners wakeup calls.
Kid. Get up. We gotta


with the wild{:this is a response piece to "among ashes" by Rozzix. You should read that first or this will not make much sense towards the end:}with the wild
Moist warmth and the whisper of leaves swirled around his sleeping. The condensation on the leaves, late night dew, dropped on his face and he sat up, slowly, inhaling the smell of dark green summer night before opening his eyes. The dew glistened with the captured light of a full moon, and the leaves made breathy, wet sighs with the wind that picked up ever so slightly. A laugh escaped his mouth for no reason other than happiness, the awareness brought on by waking in the night. Every


Prompts: Blue Man ThemeAwakeningPrompts: Blue Man Theme
It was strange, waking up next to a man I didnt know. That line on its own is scandal provoking, I realize, but I knew for a fact that even though I was nude I knew for a fact we had done nothing of the carnal sort. I simply had the misfortune of sleeping naked when the fellow beside me had decided to drop in. He was just holding me when I came to, in an almost friendly way.
To be completely honest, I had expected someone to be holding me when I woke up. I have three male siblings, and both of them very close to me. Its a comfort to sleep beside each other, and perhaps thats why I did not
| Also known as "Oh God What is that Nutcase doing now." |
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yo wassup bro
grass grows, birds fly, sunshines and brotha
i heal people
i steal sandviches
if you were from, where i was from, you'd be drinking Bonk!
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I FREAKIN LOVE PAPER!!
I appreciate it
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Thankyou for dropping by, It is much appreciated
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Life is good,skateboarding is better!
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Film is alive!
Thanks for the fave..!
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BT.
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
You are very welcome C: I'll have to give your other writings a look!
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[[Think of A l l the Things We Did B E F O R E
Write them in a l e t t e r that says
"REBoRN"]]
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BT.
"The truth knocks on the door and you say, "Go away, I'm looking for the truth," and so it goes away."
Robert M. Pirsig
Zen and the Art of Motorcycle maintanance
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"Life is to short to have patience." -Cindy-
My name is Hopes and I'm a pervert > ~PA-Club
"When there is nothing else to believe in, believe in the hope that everything will turn out alright."
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