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Best Friend Spider 7 months ago in Invertebrates
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Words and WeaponsYour words are powerless here.Words and Weapons10 months ago in Horror More Like This
Every syllable you mutter is a pointless charade;
Words will not change you.
They will not change us.
Simple text and gospel praise,
as vile and useless as the parasites who exhale them,
stain the truth about words:
Words are nothing against true change.
Speech will not change the world;
that's the job for a firing line of hot lead.
The Machinist1 year ago in Self-Portraits
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Emo Panda - Extinction10 months ago in Drawings
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Nature's Flask10 months ago in Waterscapes
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The Commuter's Narrative I can't even begin to explain to you how much public transportation bugs me. It seems words can't even grasp the amount of filth and lack of systematic planning that creates the null void of rational thought, smack dab in the middle of Boston.The Commuter's Narrative10 months ago in Emotional More Like This
Trains, bus, and commuter rail: It's all the same crap, every day.
But, as ridiculous and dirt-attracting this moldy rail system is, our society thrives on it. A generous amount of people, especially in our current economic state, take public transportation to reach their job. That job, in turn, creates local revenue.
Without revenue, Boston would shrivel into a monstrous waste of rust and nothin
Infinite Chaos1 year ago in Surreal
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Ponies2 years ago in Drawings
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Birthday Shoo2 years ago in Drawings
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The Fountain of Youth10 months ago in Gardens, Parks & Cemeteries
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Beyond Architecture10 months ago in Gardens, Parks & Cemeteries
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AtlanticWater,Atlantic1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
dark and murky
Presses itself against the glass,
thick and stained.
Begging for entrance.
The Atlantic is slowly,
but surely creeping its way in.
The cold, damp halls,
the pride and joy of Rapture,
growing dark and moldy.
The pipes are broken,
the spirit of the proud city,
following suit.
Neon lights, flicker on and off,
a symbol for the last hope.
I cannot say as I write,
that I have long to live.
The people, once happy, once loving,
now stumble about.
They seek currency,
as their greedy minds always did.
Their faces are masked,
minds sick with insanity.
I have no doubt,
that with time, I will join their ranks
Humble Abode10 months ago in Country Life
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Boating Ventures10 months ago in Country Life
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ADAMSuch glorious praise,ADAM1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
for such twisted science.
ADAM, the way of the future,
the way of Rapture.
But, should such things be praised?
As we augment our selves further,
we plunge deeper and deeper,
into dark and sadistic addiction.
As if the Devil himself slips,
quietly and grinning,
into your blackened veins.
The needle his gate. His path way.
Your eyes become his eyes.
Your strength belongs to him.
How much longer,
can you resist his seduction?
The vial is empty,
the needle slightly moist.
Look at your arms, friend.
What have you done?
We Used to Make Things Here10 months ago in Street
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Cracked Panda - ANIMATED7 months ago in Animation
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Kawaii Wastelander4 months ago in Drawings
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Nothing But Wastes - A Humorous Interlude"Why did you kill him?"Nothing But Wastes - A Humorous Interlude10 months ago in Introductions & Chapters More Like This
"He attacked me."
"You attacked all of them."
"I'm sorry…"
"He was my brother, you know."
"I know…"
"Why didn't you kill me?"
I woke abruptly to a loud chirping sound. Not surprisingly, it wasn't any sort of foul or mutated beast creeping up on us to devour our flesh, but just an innocent bird. Its song carried loudly through the dark halls of its new home.
It hopped about, occasionally pecking at the ground, for a piece or crumb that wasn't there. You knew food was short when even a little bird couldn't find a speck of calories to ingest. It's scrawny build and tattered feathers only reminded me of m
Broke1 year ago in Landscapes
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TIME TO CLEAN MY ROOM7 months ago in Self-Portraits
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GIMME YO CANDY 7 months ago in Self-Portraits
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Bugging3 months ago in Drawings
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Cuddling Cats1 year ago in Domesticated Animals
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