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Bread and Water

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Bread and Water

My fingers had grown stronger and precise with the passage of time. The typewriter keys smooth to the touch. The machine emitted the subtle sweet smell of honey as its gears and levers had warmed from my hammering. The fog outside had taken hostage the trees and hills around with its heavy, cool slow breath. My…

To Right Upon Your Wrongs

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To Right Upon Your Wrongs

The blankets believed in me blindly as they coiled tightly about my trembling limbs: warm, velvet vampyres slithering in my slumber, with the protective guise of the hailing blizzard outside, my eyelids flitted under the forcing pulse of a dying flickering candle light, sweat dripped from my brow, neck, and chest, and I moaned your…

I Answer

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I Answer

Egomaniac extraordinaire, psychopathic sexualis, vast and voracious, rapacious and enraptured by ecstasy devised by edacious and illicit cognition concluded in the ever-never…thine apotheosis, sayeth my son, whilst I the father, hands clasped upon a rock, gazing into the stars at my footstool..and I see the bastard son, the only one, broken young—the Superman…red cape flowing—soaked…

Onward

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Onward

We were wrestling amid wraiths, wandering woefully through overlapping shadows, arduously against the heaving breasts of time. I tasted fear as it…