It came to this, as it always did, as the screaming of the choirs heralded. They’d been chasing her for the past week, ruining her life one life taken at a time. She was sick of her journey as a hero; she was sick of being beaten by fate itself and taken along on this trip without her consent.
She was sick of it, and she wasn’t going to take it anymore. Continue reading
By means of digital software,
Technology beyond my own existence,
Things that are and will be going forward,
I make my life under my control,
But not my worry. Continue reading
This is a poem,
Only so far as it has words,
On a page,
That you are reading, Continue reading
When the world is not going,
As planned,
When the hippogriffs are dancing,
With their unbridled friends, Continue reading
Oh, you thought it was going to be subtle,
The poem about human teeth,
You probably expected a rhyme here,
Too,
But you are mistaken. Continue reading
In an experiment,
I am trying,
This poem is being written,
While I am doing something else, Continue reading
THE CALCULATIONS ARE IN—
AND WE DO NOT WIN,
THEY WILL RAZE THE EARTH,
WITH SMALL WEAPONS,
BUT LARGE METALLIC GIRTH. Continue reading
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