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I hate this.
I am not interested in nobility and bravery.
I shouldn't have to spell out what I need.
They all should figure it out, what is this like, for her?
They should know what they need to tell me.
You'll still be dependable, steady, pretty, desirable, competent.
They'd better not treat me like I'm made of porcelain,
No walking on eggshells around me. Do they think I'm weak?
Haven't I been strong enough?
Don't I always handle everything that's thrown at me?
I don't want that "kid glove" thing!
What? Me? Oh don't worry about it it's no big deal.
I'm sure it will turn out to be nothing. Oh, I'll be fine, really.
I hate this.
I hate this!
It's been a long time since I was pretty.
I was, once. Classic Scandinavian beauty: tall, slim, strong.
Now, still have the "faded remnants of classic beauty" thing going.
And the warm, pudgy "Mom" thing,
Nice hair, with frequent coloring. They used to say
"She's got a smile that'll melt
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I managed to clap a hand over Salina's mouth before she screamed, but only just. I held her tight and whispered. "She's not dangerous, she showed up in my hallway yesterday and she needs my help for something, you don't have to be afraid." I didn't mention that she wasn't inclined to eating faces, even though that was what had mainly preoccupied me when I first set eyes on her. Perhaps Salina didn't have the same strange fears I did. I slowly removed my hand from her mouth, wiping the smeared purple lipstick on my jeans.
"What what is she what are you?" Salina asked, still staring wide eyed at the visage of Ted on the well, and clinging to me. I held her tight, but managed to keep myself from whispering soothing things; that would have just annoyed her.
"I am The Endless Darkness." Ted said, then seemed to glance at me, "But you can call me Ted. I've recruited your friend Wolfgang here to help me look for the new king of Iyn."
I was happy to see Salina had the exact same re
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In the land where even super men die
With sordid secrets in their hands
Politicians don't mean to imply
That the internet is just string and cans
Indifferent to my world, to my rights
And to your ugly face
Death is another festival of lights
The consolation prize of this rat race
Extract the full extent of meaning
From how long stubborn doubt lasts
A drunken pigeon sent careening
Lives longer than the outcasts
Stuck in the dullness of normality
Every truth is a clever feint
Living inside a virtual reality
Children learn the morals they paint
Limited talent and dying beauty
Pays well while scholars starve
Leaders reward neglect of duty
Cowards rot in the caves they carve
Gray walls curving all around
Hiding the holes in the trap
They've no idea of what we've found
While they supervise the spinal tap
There are always windows
That offer blissful escape
In poetry or in prose
They encourage dreams to take shape
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I thought I found love, but it was
just a smudge on my glasses
I wanted to learn
But I skipped all my classes
Am I just a speck
On an unvacuumed floor?
But you're something more
Cash it in
The trash goes out
There's no hope
But where's the doubt?
Two dumb kids and a dumber dog
Waiting for the skies to cry ice
We're bigger now
But size came at a price
Back in the day
They called me a self-sustained
Loss of conclusion
Still I kept them entertained
Every time I waited for the bus