nah nah nah nah, na nah.and re-reading and re-editing most of the work that i have written makes me wonder how much more incoherent i would sound like if i were on drugs.
Sidrat-At-MutanaYesterday the last person in the world died.Sidrat-At-Mutana
He was alone in the dead of night when it happened and funeral for him was not able to be arranged. There was no one who could to take care of such business. Nor there anyone else to mourn for him, or even bid him farewell, for the rest of the world had died two days before.
It's quite peculiar when you think about it. What could have killed 5 billion people in two days, when it always thought it would take years? I know why it happened, I'm not sure they did. Though it was known, I have the feeling they would have denied and refused to believe that it all happened becaus
end of the dayhis days are only inches long running away in rivulets sweating from his forehead ink stains crumpled paperend of the day
running away in rivulets the air becomes stagnant with petty words ink stains crumpled paper he has his heart inside a song
the air becomes stagnant with petty words making buildings fall apart he has his heart inside a song it was what he said
making buildings fall apart he dreams of paper-bag faces it was what he said waking up scared and lonely
he dreams of paper-bag faces sweating from his forehead
rain on mondaygrey skies crying on my paper, an obscene reverence for the bird of cold wind, flying among powerlinesrain on monday
rain falling; static white noise around
a tree, (safely under) thunder distances as water cracks the dry earth and the face of a boy made of wisps of carbon.
rain never falls
without effort Because we are all sinners. under the feathers and beneath the wings
there are mites.
Rain (falls)& drops as drops of memories of taste and the smell of wet dirt &n
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