What's Rare is You, My Dear
Artificial Everything
10 muscles to smile
but you fill it with acid,
your soft charm is faked.
What is a pure thought?
You follow what you hear
Do your eyes not work?
You buy what's hot today,
just to lose the air you breathe
to be the Main Character
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Tennessee Garbage
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Disarmament
They say there's no atheism in the foxhole. While I wasn't currently neck-deep in a river of soft sediment, I was still praying to whoever would listen. Why am I doing this again? I would ponder while staring at the device that in no less than a minute could be my undoing. I scanned each and every variable panel and commonplace button as I watched the bright red L.E.D ticker countdown. No wires to cut, no code to put in, there was only one way to stop this infernal machine, and that incurred perfect timing.
By James U. Rizzi2 days ago in Fiction
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