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Make a wish 11:11- Make a wish.
You know those don't work though.
No, they don't work.
No 11:11 wishes, no shooting stars,
No New Years dreams, and no miracles.
But does that matter?
Hope is stubborn,
and life would really be empty without it.
Hope is cruel,
but everyone on earth is addicted to it.
It's our cocaine.
The Chair Living room, kitchen, office. Living room, kitchen, office. Today, I found myself pacing though my commonplace home, wearing out the gray shag carpet and 80's style linoleum. Insipid white walls blurred into a foggy mist as I kept traipsing tediously around. I glanced briefly at my surroundings with each stride. I detected a lamp! And a desk, with nothing of importance on it. And two faded couches that looked like they had been assaulted by one too many angry fluffy cats. Oh, and there was another lamp! Uh... this one looks like it needs to replaced quite soon. The fuchsia tinted floral shade was disintegrating, and a tiny nest of spiders now occupied it. Disgusting. And continuing. After sixty-seven rounds, all the drab furnishings around me blended together like a shabby monochromatic watercolor painti
The OrchardI knew there was something wrong about him ever since I first laid my eyes on him. He had an evil and foreign way of moving through the orchard; he was way too fast and slippery. He seemed to run like water. Also, he smelt sour, bitter, and revolting; he smelt worse than the swamp that I live in now. His brightness was terrifying; had he been normal like, he would have looked colder.
Everyone else seemed to share my opinion. My brother, King snake, was quite fearful of the newcomer, but then again, my brother has always been a coward. Mamba and Cobra just laugh at the newcomer and think he's harmless, but anyone with venom like theirs is invincible. Rattlesnake is cautious, like always. He only cares about himself. But, at least he has some dignity. This newcomer calls himself "Sir Pent"; what snake in their right mind would bring themselves to choose a name as obnoxious, disgr
mechanici want to kiss every aching wound you have,
bandage your heart every time it bleeds,
and patch up your mind over and over
because not a single tear deserves to fall
from your brandy-drenched eyes
but this dripping heart of mine can only feel
and the healing honey words it flames get caught
in the back of my throat and on the roof of my mouth
so i only have these passionate guttural cries
to tell you that i care all too much
and in order to fix you up again,
i would need to tear myself to tatters
and trade all of my working parts
for your leftover, fading pieces
but i just haven’t figured out how.
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