What time is it?I don't.
Maybe it's because I'm only planning for one eventuality....
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ButterfliesIt's only a piece of paper, perfection is in the execution - sentiment gives it a life and life is imperfect. I'd continued to compulsively build perfect little butterflies out of report cards, till slips, empty envelopes and sweet wrappers. All of them as dead as the trees they came from. Then one day I found myself holding one particularly deformed insect, miserable in its inception from that half-torn movie ticket. It twitched its wing and leaped from my hand, held in the air by some unseen force. Made invisible, perhaps by the low-light environment. There is no perfection in perfection, after all.Butterflies
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DutyWhat is right and what is wrong? Too stubborn to look back and too afraid to move forward, the ground beneath me gently crumbles and gives way. Mud bubbles through and I start to sink in it. I shut my eyes and the world becomes still, time stops and we're all trapped in it. There is no breath in this place, my heart ceases its ragged ticking. Not even my mind dares to break the silence. He walks out of the darkness, confident in his stride. He comes to claim me himself, but he won't say a word. "Tell me what I must do." I beg of him. His eyes stare out into nothing, they are unable to find me. Quietly, he spreads his wings, stretching out intDuty
by ~novacaine-grey
Lucy"I have class now, I've got to go...." she got up to leave. "Are you going to be at the presentation tomorrow?" she asked, for the third time now. "Why do you keep asking?" I joked; "Are you looking for a date?". A smile ran out over her lips. She almost laughed. Almost. "...because I might know someone, I can totally hook you up?" I continued. "OK, sure. Just tell them to meet me outside." she said with a grin, playing along now. "I will!" I called out after her as she left.Lucy
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"Where are you?" I demanded of the small microphone lodged in the reciever-end of my phone. "I'm in class. Its the one I
by ~novacaine-grey
Malabar FrontThe sun is in the north, glaring down at the smoke stacks surrounding signal tree. Light flickers in the distance, tearing open the sky in jagged arcs. Old, stubborn machinery heaves to life, defiant until the very last glimmers. In the friscalating dusklight, their smoldering pyres call out for the death of paradigm. War has flown in on the breath of Malabar Front. Above the earth, below the sky, a dues ex machina is born. Feet are planted firmly in the ground. From roots to needles, electricity tears through arteries, bursting out at wrists and ankles. Bone and flesh are flung about by the command to obey. The flames of Herostratus twist anMalabar Front
by ~novacaine-grey
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"...There is no perfection in perfection, after all." (c) ~novacaine-grey
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You killed me coz I'm gay,an you didn't even know me...
...but would you have killed your own brother if
you found out he woz gay?
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You killed me coz I'm gay,an you didn't even know me...
...but would you have killed your own brother if
you found out he woz gay?
Asum clubs![link] and [link]
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You killed me coz I'm gay,an you didn't even know me...
...but would you have killed your own brother if
you found out he woz gay?
Asum clubs![link] and [link]
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