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"On Jupiter there is an ancient storm bigger than earth that& #39;s been blowing since before we were born. There& #39;s no way to imagine it. It is a storm that could consume everyone you knew, everywhere they had been, the site of every thought and feeling humans have ever had."
The devil isn& #39;t lonely. The crackling, broken radio& #39;s song is louder and more lovely every minute. We are our own company now. We asked to be let out, and we let ourselves out.
She has a hand for every kind of touch.
She could hear them all at once. A hundred, or maybe a million, voices is discord wailing a song of frenetic potential.
smile. do good. finish your tasks. dont talk about your feelings. smile. file this document. laugh. finish your tasks. dont talk about your feelings. do better. not enough. fix this. smile. laugh more. just be happy. do that thing. leave your baggage at the door. smile. do good.
only blue or black days
i fretted fire but that was long ago
Steady as we burn, it was all for love.
Will you come to Tech Noir with me?
... watermelon, or like a panda with a mean face, or like sandals with pressure points drawn on them, or the smell of a blackboard eraser, or a Sunday morning where you wake up and it& #39;s raining.
Reason& #39;s a tease.
Am I your golden girl?
Dirty water gonna cover me over and I& #39;m not gonna make a sound~
We have a new apple.
For everyone in the world.
For everyone in the world.
There& #39;s no other mountain, no other color sky, there& #39;s no world without you that could ever hold my eye.
Would you like me to take you to a place in this city where wishes come true?
You& #39;re gonna carry that weight.
She turns sorrows into smiles
Her mind was nothing if not cruel fiction
It& #39;s a terrible day for rain.
Does this unit have a soul?
Can you feel your heart burning? Can you feel the struggle within? The fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. You cannot kill me in a way that matters.
A bitter melancholy, like bad whiskey.
Remember when you& #39;d sing, just for the fuck of it?
little soldier boy, come marching home.
All this fiction makes me nervous
There is no feeling like the slow building of rage, kept quiet and stoic under the pretense of peace. There is no emotion comparable to the culmination of a decade of powerlessness and anger suddenly exploding outward, shattering its bonds and engulfing the world.
She remembered the name of every star she met, just in case it disappeared from the sky some day.
Fission is the sudden release of decades, or even centuries, of potential energy. Its destructive power is unmatched. These human moments, the sudden detonation of a lifetime of pent up rage and frustration, are similar in a way. Like atomic bombs created from the human psyche.
High, just like the runners
for it was all she ever knew, and it felt safer not to change.
She popped the rubber band again and was rewarded by forgetting, if only for a moment.
I could never find the right way to tell you. Have you noticed I& #39;ve been gone?
Words hung above but never would form, like the cry at the final breath that is drawn. Remember me love, when I& #39;m reborn as a shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn.
