Slow is the descent towards the murky depths of our soft and fragile minds
Slow is the descent towards the murky depths of our soft and fragile minds
Nothing is sweeter than to want and in return to be wanted back.
The temperature rose as the sun passed behind a gray petalled sheet
< German Robot (formerly also Robat , Robate ; early 14th cent. in Middle High German as robāt ) < a West Slavonic language, compare Old Czech robota forced labour, … Continue reading The Etymology of Robot and The Question of Personhood

Empathy is a jagged knife held in another's hands cutting through my silken eyes, cracking open my head. Oh, but my love, remind me, what is this pain so sweet that breaks my soul down to the bone and leaves a beating heart to bleed. Silence never felt so loud against my own ears when the screaming finally paused, it only increased my fears. Oh, but my love, remind me, what is this pain so sweet that it breaks my soul down to the bone and leaves a heart to bleed. Trembling hands held a phone to my head buttons pressed, message sent all that was left was the sirens roar the sirens roar the sirens roar! Oh, but my love, remind me, what is this pain so sweet that it breaks my soul down to the bone and leaves a heart to bleed.
I wash the canvas bleeding bruised blues into black dripping drops of white onto purple yellow bursts attempting to capture you.
The tanka (or waka) is a classical Japanese poetic form, typically consisting of five lines or units (lines in the Romanized forms). Each line or unit has a specific number … Continue reading Poetic Form: Tanka
The taste of nickle fills my mouth as I put on my bulletproof vest over my Superman shirt and kiss my mother goodbye.
A is for Apalala, water converter B is for Bakunawa, moon devourer C is for Cuélebre, Xana kidnapper D is for Dreq, Christian tormentor E is for Evren, flame secretor … Continue reading Dragon Incantation
asthmatic lungs push air between the untrained larynx Happi– a thick-tongued hiss between thin lips ness arrhythmic inhalation and ventilation is a lot like ribs rattling through exhalation sorrow a guttural … Continue reading A Song Called Happiness
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