

Child GodThere stood the Child God, magnifier in hand, towering over the anthill-planet, leaning like Pisa as she peeked downward to see it all. There were black ants, red ants, white ants, and ants that were colors without name. She didn't look for any faces or listen for any names; instead, she just walked and looked and smiled and talked.Child God
Her bright blue sweater kept her snug and warm. Inside her body were the last remaining germs from a mild Winter's cold. Her nose was still yellow, crusty, and itchy but she could not stay in bed.
Under her shoes, there was a graveyard - victims of a child's careless steps. Paying no atte


in the aislesgray, choking smoke fills the sky as we near the tired market; white walls fade into yellow, the poor count food stamps and nickels and they stomp, stomp, stomp in the aisles, finding bargains on black bananas with buzzing bugs taking tastes for freein the aisles
ash flakes rain on to California asphalt. our throats are too dry to talk sticky like a newly formed scab
overnight refugees scurry crablike along coast ways and freeways, their county consumed
by flames
Pompeii of the privileged.


armslikebranches,toeslikerootsThe tree barked out "I'm hollow!" And I could sympathize. Sinking roots into the earth, soaking all that we can possibly sponge and growing as much as we can grow without running out of space. Most of us just grow until we've grown too much, we become hollow and decay from the inside out. Somebody please shout, "timber!" I can feel the hatchet buried deep inside of me. With my arms stretched out like branches, my toes dug in deep like roots, I am about to fall. With no one around to hear me will I make a sound?armslikebranches,toeslikeroots

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get sexy, kids!
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I hope I don't sound too ungrateful for what history gave modern man. A telephone to talk to strangers, machine guns, and a camera lens.
-Bright Eyes
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get sexy, kids!
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I hope I don't sound too ungrateful for what history gave modern man. A telephone to talk to strangers, machine guns, and a camera lens.
-Bright Eyes
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get sexy, kids!
should go on moar.
you should draw some stuff too :3
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get sexy, kids!
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I hope I don't sound too ungrateful for what history gave modern man. A telephone to talk to strangers, machine guns, and a camera lens.
-Bright Eyes
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get sexy, kids!
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I hope I don't sound too ungrateful for what history gave modern man. A telephone to talk to strangers, machine guns, and a camera lens.
-Bright Eyes
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get sexy, kids!
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