

Strange CityHow crushed they all look, Beneath the vault of this Sublunar city. Dreams are strangers crashing into us. We are strangers, becoming other strangers' dreams, and I am a Stranger in a strange land, and A partaker of a strange feast.Strange City
I feast on the futures of my kinsmen;
(I a wave crashing against some derelict's bow.) My repast, their hope. My sufficiency, their excoriation.
(Caparisoned in the meanings) We consume each others' dreams, leaving nothing behind Beneath this mind the blow of Heaven's
Easy pardoning, We find the tim


Into What Fair GardenInto what fair garden have I blown, On all sides encompassed by lilies Incarnadine and graceful in their Longing for the sun? The insects draw from long stems The ichors of the earth and her Disconsolate yearnings forInto What Fair Garden
Equilibrium in all. A weed grown up amongst the lilies Cannot long stand the blow Of a tireless breeze which aches For my annihilation. Into what fair garden have I blown, Closed in by the beauty and The cruelty and the terminality
Of Time's easy wasting away? I watched a butterfly's wing Glide so elegantly on the air An


The Poet-KingThere was a verse sung long ago, By fairer tongue than mine. It told the story of the man That hope could never find. It told the story of the King That left his reign behind.The Poet-King
It told of the poet and the storm, Of misfortunes without number. And a heart which was from birth forlorn, Whom Love could not unslumber. Who lived in stillness as the morn is Immolated in its umber.
How chill the dew which soft falls down Upon his noble countenance. His robe is colored of the earth, Though not for want of elegance. Black the golden of his crow
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"I'm as badass as a piece of fluff."
Jani
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I need a hobby.
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There, theres only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
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"Dead Tom's dead! Long John shot him!"
"But, Dead Tom's always been dead. That's why we call him Dead Tom."
"Oh."
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"True love is in the heart of the beheld"
~melvinthemagical
"Philosophy and a spot of tea" ~TheDiogenesClub
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"True love is in the heart of the beheld"
~melvinthemagical
"Philosophy and a spot of tea" ~TheDiogenesClub
The disease actually killed off everyone over the age of 13, thus forcing everyone left to take over. I believe it even got onto then coming up with their own -limited- forms of government. Been too long to remember the details, but I've always found the story idea interesting (if I may butt in once again
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The ready availability of suicide, like sex and alcohol, is one of life's basic consolations.
-Edward Abbey
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"True love is in the heart of the beheld"
~melvinthemagical
"Philosophy and a spot of tea" ~TheDiogenesClub
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There, theres only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
If memory serves, the book was called The Girl Who Owned a City or something like that.
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The ready availability of suicide, like sex and alcohol, is one of life's basic consolations.
-Edward Abbey
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There, theres only order, beauty: abundant, calm, voluptuous.
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