Over, Across, & Beyond

The eschaton sands The flatlands The white To come to To adjust To get onto their feet if they must A send up to the heavens Nobody died But no way to breathe No way to see

They Came From The "Outer" Space

"Systems are back online" "79 seconds till impact" "78... 77... 76... 75... 74... 73... Careening down at 88 degrees A very high albedo Coming from the sand below Life support's back on

The Factory

The factory door was hanging-off so I nipped inside for a slash, I had been busting for one since lunchtime and only now, on the walk home, did I find this spot off the street and away from dog walker
Gold cherry

My dead diary – an apology and a treatise on the impossibility of undead peacekeeping

After a slight hiatus, the ghost writer continues his account of disreputable and frequently drunk goings on while the world sleeps (or fails to).

The Mississippi on her Knees Chapter Three

A memoir about being 18 and losing my dad.

swords

fights and styles

Memories are made of this

Seven years later and how could she have done it?

Memories are made of this

Those we love we want to live on forever. Sorrow

An Autobiographical Narrative: 2000s

Taken from the book, "What Though Are the Wonders of this Brief Life".

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