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Phone from HellPhone from HellPhone from Hell
A couple days ago, my cell phone started to malfunction. I've gone through so many phones at this point that my parents found it fiscally irresponsible to not have my phones insured, so I wasn't worried about getting it replaced. However this time was different, when my phone started to malfunction it somehow would keep deleting all of my numbers and always add one single contact labeled Lou. I didn't think that much of it, until the replacement phone arrived today. It was delivered in a nondescript brown package, that I would normally imagine
by ~acekindler
Old AgeCorroded arteries staring, Into the vacant black night Chilled eyes staring over Life’s unfulfilled ventures How nice it would be To lie, blissfully ignorant Expecting something after This mediocre existence The muddied play clothes Of youth, will soon be Spoiled with tiny particles Of what used to be me Storyteller, spin me aOld Age
Never-ending yarn About a place where we, The mediocre, and ignorant Can have everything
We missed our first time Around this unforgiving, Evolving bio-sphere A place where we
No longer face t
by ~acekindler
ThanksgivingThe cold whistle of winter's newly birthedThanksgiving
winds brushes tenderly across the pinkened neck it's fractional particles whispering sweet nothings into the ears of the disbeliever a calm quiet dawned as the sun
rotated to off posistion seven-zero-three and the dinner bell had harkened half an eternity ago but why celebrate an arbitrary date which marked the
furry of a white man's
scorn? which marked the
beginning of the end for an entire race? tradition? bah humbug! a holiday which
by ~acekindler
personality crisisForgotten splendor lost in a whirl of the body'spersonality crisis
uncontrollable emotion caution tossed to
the ever-blowing wind as i lost myself
behind the steel blue eyes of a stranger
to find oneself in
a field of lost corpses, casualties of society's
final stand, is nearly impossible
how can they function? prisoners of themselves
i am not me, or you, or society i am the ghost of society past never ceasing never stopping rememberance of forgotten lore
by ~acekindler
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