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Why Push Yourself?Sometimes all it takes
Is the floor dragging you to
Your knees, reminding
You of your limitations;
Listen closely - don't push them.
LethargicAn unknown force much
Stronger than I can fanthom
Wraps around me like
A dense blanket; draining what's
Left of my motivation.
Not Too HappyThe crash of thunder
Cracks like the snap of a whip,
Ghostly lights leaves so
Many ripples on my skin;
Thor, please can you calm thy tits?
Blurred PicturesI'm sailing along
The river of life; visions
Of my sordid past
Combines with my future joys
In a terrifying mesh.
Approaching DisasterThe brownish black wolf perched on top of a rock boulder, head raised up in silent concentration as he begin to assess the atmosphere with his heightened sense of smell.
He caught a whiff of something in the air, a musky scent he had never come across in his life up until now. Whatever it was, he could tell something was definitely wrong, especially when a flock of birds stormed the skies, panicky flying in the opposite direction where deep, booming noises sounded.
This could only mean one thing - danger was now advancing and he must warn his family.
Lovesick PuppyI cast my gaze onto Liam and I couldn’t help rolling my eyes to the bland ceiling.
Once again my best friend was peering outside the classroom’s window with a wide goofy grin etched on his face. I didn’t have to follow his direction to know what exactly put him in this dream-like mood.
It was none other than Natasha. Liam had a crush on her for around six months now – only problem is she didn’t know he existed since they never really mixed in the same social circle. Because of this, he hadn’t asked her out yet.
Locked GazesIf I keep my chin
Up, will I see a deep red
Pool of passion in
Your eyes when I ever so
Slowly rock against your hips?
What Do You Fight For?The two soldiers circled around each other warily like ravenous lions, each carefully assessing the other’s body language for any signs of sudden movements. Just one strike – that’s all it will take for the actual fight to begin. And this time, Locus will not fail in the one task his boss assigned him with.
The mercenary tightened his grip on his rifle while Tucker switched on his Energy sword, the blade flickering to life in all its blue glory.
“You have no loyalties to Chorus,” Locus growled. “Why do you fight for the New Republic?”
“Because they’re my friends, asshole.”
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
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