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I’m the new machine. The new top-of-the-line product. Factory-issue with batteries included. A system of synapses creating a creative outlook, Programmed for progress and designed for diversity. A plantation of constraints limited only to the outer reaches of a well-wired cortex. I’m an out... - Fiction > Action-Adventure"I must say, Dozer, you've truly outdone yourself this time around." said one of the many high-class canines attending this luxurious gala thrown by none other than Dozer himself. "If I may be so forward, what was the inspiration behind this meeting of the more gilded members of ...
- Poetry > Free VerseLet's build the perfect girl. Synthetic strands of beautifully woven, golden hair, And compressed, aqua-blue eyes, deep, yet emotionless. A factory-issue body, curvy and tall with a perfect complexion. Perky, carmine cheeks with the slightest hint of freckles, And a dash of overly-soft ski...
- Poetry > Free VersePlease feed me your salacious lies, Oh Holy Father. Tell me you absolve all my sins with your forked tongue. Your serpentine mindset will eat away at those who pray to the God you've made. So let me ask, if you're so devout, why'd you try to control your flock? Silence your word...
- Poetry > Free VerseI want you to choke down those lies you’re shoveling in your gullet. The graceful summit of your own insanity is backed by broken mentalities. Keep sipping that glass like it’s your master. Bend and obey the choir of disaster. Silence your tongue. Don’t be salacious. Don’t perverse our wo...
- Poetry > Free VerseI’m the new machine. The new top-of-the-line product. Factory-issue with batteries included. A system of synapses creating a creative outlook, Programmed for progress and designed for diversity. A plantation of constraints limited only to the outer reaches of a well-wired cortex. I’m an out...
- Fiction > Thriller/MysteryThe Devil’s Play Date Prologue Samuel’s hands were shaking. This is the point of no return, he thought as sweat beaded on his low forehead. He had all the right materials, read all the creepy, Pagan-esque books that described exactly how to do it. So why was this so hard to do? Samuel wiped ...
- Poetry > Free VerseWhen you told me you were leaving, I sat in a deafening silence for hours. My mind was overrun with discomfort As my hands tried to wipe away the endless stream of sorrow. My dreams were invaded by warm memories of that night. The first time I saw your seraphic smile. The first time I talked...
- Poetry > Free VerseDon't deny the feeling within. Let it burn its way through the skin. Flint and steel can char through the bone. Scraping away like pumice stone. Synapses show through billows, cold. Tendencies to show in the unknown. It all seemed to happen lightning fast. Together, broke apart, how ...
- Poetry > Free VerseHello, Mr. Machine. Let me present you with something That will fry your circuits. You wake early every morning To the sonorous songs of birds Saying hello with their tweets and chirps. After washing some breakfast down your throat With a mug of Folgers, You kiss Mrs. Machine goodbye, and...
- Poetry > Free VerseEssence burst from my heart When our arms met in embrace. Why was it torn apart? These memories seem to fade. These tears won’t bring back time. The symbolic sign of your presence left my soul tonight. Can’t find the time when it’s all alright. This picture’s painted with the blood of...
