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above & beyond
Just got back home from seeing Above & Beyond at the Showbox.  Ears are still ringing, feet are terribly sore.  Even as a writer, it is very hard for me to describe how it made me feel.  I've been to a lot of concerts this year already and this one was easily(more)
Blog | Live Mus... | Trance
pretending I am
When I was a dragon I soared through the clouds,
I winged over cities and fields fresh ploughed,

When I was a whale I swam through the sea,
Splashed waves with my tail, dove deep as can be,
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Poetry | Imaginat... | Wonder
funerals
Here lies Letus D'Bark: Mortician

Through this graveyard he did patrols,
Clipped all the grass and battled moles,
Until he lost all self controls,
And tripped into a gopher holes, (more)
Poem | Death | Accident
held each other
And as that final wave crashed,
o'er the bow,
Into the ocean they splashed,
far below,
Together entwined at last,
They held each other.
cherry blossom
Her name was Cherry Blossom.  She took a lot of flake for it.  Everyone said her parents must have been hippies but no one really knew because no one ever saw them.

Cherry would skip to school, everyday, no matter the weather.  And even after the long hours of class an(more)
Bullying | Mystery | History
going home
Going home, that's what we called it.  When someone didn't make it back.  It just sort of made sense.  I mean none of us had a real home to get back too anyway.

So when somebody'd ask where so-and-so was, we would just say, "Oh him? Lucky bastard went home." And(more)
War | Futility | Death
these deadlines
Another shell blasted into the muck just on the other side of the trench.

"God damn it, sir! They're zeroing in the artillery!" Private Nelson bellowed amid a shower of clotted mud. "Sir, we have to move!"

Captain Stein didn't respond.  He had taken shelter under the canvas(more)
War | Fear | Communic...
lusting
Everyday she is fed the same dry affair, mealy bits of rubbish, almost completely tasteless save for the slightest hint of cardboard.  She is forced to take her meals from a singular bowl on the floor like a dog.  
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Hunger | Cats | Prison