Utopian WastelandEternal days linger over the horizon And restless nights creep beneath your skin.Utopian Wasteland
Dashed lines weave and cross To the den where dreams are made, and Philosophers share wisdom As rainbow glass swirls. The fog shadows the world
From the eyes of the weary And the distracted are forgotten
As the obedient rise for dawn.
Torture kill people while they sleep, its silent and attracts less attention I slip in through the backdoor at two in the morning. Its locked so I had to use a pry bar I found lying by a broken down pickup. Ducking into the kitchen I find a mountain of pots and pans crusted over with the rotting food remains of so many past meals. My sneakers peal away from the sticky stain ridden floor as I walk towards a doorway leading into darkness. I am distracted by a musty stench while my eyes adjust to the black room. The carpet feels soggy under my feet and I can begin see the outline of a couch that must be soaked in an assorTorture
Growing heart
Very grateful....
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Walking that thin line between genius and insanity.
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Walking that thin line between genius and insanity.
It is very much appreciated
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Don't follow the herd - be yourself!
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