There are moments in life
when you realize
you’re in a horror movie
and you must choose wise

Fight
or
Let it go
or lie in wait
Act
or plot
schemes

Win lose or draw
Eyeing death’s maw
Hoping to survive
terrors you

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The xanthic sun pierced the Lovecraft
becoming a fiery eye as it descended
upon Arkham.
I fetid fogs parted in its wake
revealing the sinister spires and
trash heap fires.
Fetid fogs of my nightmare
parted as I awoke. Sparing me
further horrors.

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M. expelled himself from himself to make room for me.
Neither of us the bad omens.
We desperately wanted to love.
Yet there is no love that can fully satisfy us. The bed exhausts the passions of the flesh. The imagination takes care of the rest.


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"Now Doctor, you know they're back in vogue for keeping up blood flow in reattachments.
Why so squeamish?"

"You don't understand!
They're huge, monstrous pets. That patient was drained before my very eyes.
Worse.
He knows I



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Putrid projectiles hit everywhere—ricochet—as if fired by a see-saw soldier. Pestilence is a rider deranged; mind as diseased as the rest of his corporeal host. It's horseman roulette what sticks and what misses, but we're all plague bearers now.

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I often tend to use a hard outer shell

Still in defense against the most vulnerable cheeks .

Those nerves may invest in acidic burns.

But there is a plenty of room to breathe ,

and space to explore.

Do you mind the right walk to summers now .

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I don’t have to be
I just want to win
Corporations are people
It is my job to spin

We write legislation
We spend big bucks
Your politicians
are owned by us

How do you think policies
hated by most people
sail through congress
to become law
and make rights illegal?

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An amazingly upright baby, ready to walk out of that manhole. This is the way to do c-sections. They open up magical circular holes without physicians. Or perhaps they installed a belly door.

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Flutters roll off your tongue, and coil with damask smoke air..but are they unbeknownst to you..are they your voice..or racket spun sights of haunting familiarity, calling ~ through stolen eyes of silence,



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He was happy holding his little doll
She was quietly spoken - in fact she only spoke on Sundays
He, the man in the brown suit only spoke on Sundays
It was a Monday in 1974 when they began speaking a little bit more
At first the was deafening

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moonlight sets us free
it is when the stars are mine
I watch sailing constellations
traveling through time
my celestial obsession
æther's essence sublime
I gaze in wonder at
the universe’s grand design






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No flesh upon these bones of as I shake thyne skeletal behind
Dancing as I did at the gallows a truly joyous affair
Crown upon my skull that once did house me hair
A list hath all barons names who robbed me of my breath
for I have returned again
now my name is death

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Phantom wants
Lead to darker wonderlands,
Moments that undress your eyes
To unknown things~
They are you and you are them
To understand,
Half each other's shadow
To the other’s..original sin~



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Little soldiers
Play the drum
Thump thump
Don’t ever let it die
Help me conquer my fears
Take the jump
And strive
Help me heal my wounds
Restore faith
Believe in love
Set foot
Plant roots
And stay put
For as long
As my heartbeat
Can stay strong
I know
I am
Exist
I belong

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Our romance
caught fire
and flies
endlessly


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What is this cotton wool behind my eyes?
A knit of foggy fibres holding
fast my next thought
Odd when my mind so & at
the age of 53 I ought
to relish this ripe wisdom & cognition
Yet here I am forgetting where to turn
just to reach the kitchen

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One More Light ©

…and other people who stand on the edge of TIME manifest “One More Light” like a shining STAR & flicker that flickers, flickers bright.✍🏽#bravewrite

RIP “Chester Bennington” Linkin Park🙏🏽
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Now, as she wheeled her father around the zoo, his cognizance and memories faded into old age's oblivion, she pointed at an open air exhibit.
A smile on her lips, a tear in her eye, she spoke gently,
"Papa... Giraffe"

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(1/2)
Not much of her childhood was fresh in her memory, but sitting on her father's lap, babbling, and gorging on animal-shaped crackers was something she remembered clearly.
"Giraffe" her father would say in his gruff voice, pointing to her favorite cracker.

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The forest spirit says, "We must go! Snow will start falling soon."
Getting to her feet, they restart the journey.
Along the path, they see a troll sitting in the forest. "Should we go & him? He looks sad."
"Trolls are troublesome. Come, I will take your pot."

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