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Months flew by on raven's wings and I asphyxiated under the weight of your presence. A telepathic vixen, you seduced me with pride and fucked me with contempt; I was helpless to the rawness of your skin and the voids under your eyes. Swiftly, I fell in love with you: a sugar-coated euphemism an allegory of sorrow, and you betrayed me with the same cruelty as my mother. Maybe this all would have hurt less if you ever actually touched me.

You tumblr through tragedy like a samara plucked from its tree by a passing breeze. Where you land, grows a forest- Roots reach up, make a fist around the pain and say "I will not let you own me." And thus, peace surmounts all.

A summer of lifesaving gave way to disinterest. You washed your hands of me and left me alone in the labyrinth with half a map and a pair of sneakers.

The year is 2204, and nobody believes in death.  They were reminded of the fact that it does not exist once a week, when President Winchester would appear on their television screens to discuss the legend of the old days, disproving it each time with the same swift elegancy and fatherly sternness that he always had, crushing the lies under his tongue as his words weaved promise into the hearts of his citizens. A steely, irrefutable promise that the population was never nearly as high as 6 billion, that all the tales of oblivion were merely children’s campfire stories, and that the apocalypse was a myth, woven by a clever yesterday tha

He approached my class that day to preach to us the importance of math and sciences I wilted like a flower -call that a point for the nihilists- and reflected that every hour of every day Education would rule and praise to what they say that we all wear the noose of Definition like all that we will say in desperation and defiance will disintegrate into nouns, adjectives, verbs, hodgepodges of alliances between hope ignorance and loss, that in the end we will all bleed for numbers- statistics, grades- no matter what the cost. And we do this because we're clawing to succeed, a desperate urge lodged in our throats founded on d

I hope that the evening treats you well, that the night wraps you up in constellations and nurses the wounds of the day by pouring sweet molasses into you- your body a cast filling with sleep. But wait! Before you go and slip into amusement park highways, feather hills in the 13PM sun- You must know that Roses climb up my throat and waft the scent of hysteria into my soul. I am shriveled, a prune, aching to bathe on your tongue, to dissolve into you and mingle my matter with yours. I hope my lullaby does not taper your lids- I mean not to disturb. I just hope that maybe, when you dream, It Will Be Of Me.

I Don't Care so much that I'll do just about anything to prove it; slit my throat and I'll bleed Nonchalance.

With a flick of his hand, a sonorous boom rushed his assailant and knocked him flat on his back with a burst of sound and shattered sidewalk, large chunks of cement having come free from the explosion and landed all around the man, by some miracle having not landed on him and crushed his body. Ludo (or Cockroach, as he was calling himself these days) sighed and strode towards the man sprawled pathetically before him, stopping at his toes and bending down curiously –thumb and forefinger cupping his chin in a thoughtful expression- to inspect his failed attacker. He was scared- that much was certain. The flesh under Cockroach trembled li

Nihilism and hope mixed between their lips; giant Chapped chasms whispering "carpe diem" onto each other's tongues.

A Dove and A Raven met one day At The Gates Of Hell. together, they made Gray.