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T I L TT I L T By Nathan Trebo and Marc TrauntT I L T
The earth tilts on an axis. It is imperfect, yet it still rotates on that very same axis producing the perfect conditions for making life. How can something so imperfect make something so perfect? My life sits on an axis; it rotates, two poles completely opposite of one another. It goes in a cycle, spinning everyday. I am imperfect. There is no perfect outcome to my life. The human cycle is a little less like philosophical growth and more like the birth of an insect. You start out something like larva and you keep molting every bad habit as
The giving treeTrees grow old like you and Me Time goes by you will begin to see You stand tall like a great big oak While I lay under, The common folk.The giving tree
Time goes by and I begin to wither Winter comes but you dont shivver You stand there above the night sky I lay down and begin to die.
Trees grow old like you and Me Time goes by you will begin to see You stand tall like a great big oak You kept me safe while I awoke.
I build my nest inside your branches reincarnated for second chances Time passes by in all its essance I thank myself just for your p
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Falling into "Love".The man ran as fast as he could toward his beloved. His legs were giving out, and his toes were numb, but he was determined to get to her as she drifted away. Passion does crazy things.Falling into "Love".
He leaped over the ditch full of tears cried by others who have lost loved ones. He's never jumped so high in his life. He wanted to avoid becoming part of that ditch at all costs.
He lunged through a solid wall of pain that was constructed of the anguish people have suffered from a loved one. He busted through it without missing his rhythmical steps. Nothing was going to stop him.
He trips.
He falls. &
DragsterYour strawberry perfume clings to the roll-in fog, your teeth grit like sandpaper sex. It sounds unamused and neon, your eyes are neon and bright in the dark. Then it all dissapears, with the wave of a checkered flag.Dragster
You leave it all behind on your hunt for something new.
We all pray you don't crash
and burn.
Shout and Obey.They shouted commands into his ear as if he were a trench soldier under a barrage of artillery. They knew damn well he could hear them, but I guess they wanted to make extra sure.Shout and Obey.
He swept his designated sections of the establishment without a single word, head down in order to wisp by guests and their obnoxious questions that, he himself, had no answer for. They'd never understand that, though. They would keep asking.
At the end of the designated hours, the real hell would begin.
Every section of the establishment must meet "expectations" before releasing the employees to their ever inviting homes and o
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The fair
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Pretty places hide in the backwater.
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"Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing…With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world."
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"Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing…With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world."
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Literature addict.
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"Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing…With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world."
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Literature addict.
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"Old George Orwell got it backward. Big Brother isn’t watching. He’s singing and dancing…With everyone’s imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world."
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