Devious Journal EntryWe had a kitten named Simon today.
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Coarse blanket, wrap these hips and clawed hands tight, bury hunger where these jaws cannot tear, Please, think not of me hunting down the light.
I weave my bowl among the trees tonight; I mark my fate and swing my mortar there; Clay vessel, hold my hips and clawed hands tight.
My hope slides along the wet leaves, slight and fast, wishing them home, helping them there. Please think not of me hunting down the light.
Oh, Atropos; oh, crone; the thread is right when it resists; yet, small, blond hair, small bodies, wrap these hips
by ~blackcirclewalker
GenomeFear flowed through Chesney like an overdose of some stimulant, and he stumbled on the stone steps, falling deeper into the dark metropolis. The Marsala Lounge sprayed light and sound out into the street, just a few blocks down. Chesney wondered if the excruciating, cauterized plasma burn in his side would let him limp all the way down to it, or if he would simply break down after two steps and fall and die in the gutter.Genome
Chesney also wondered if he should be worried about more cybers, and decided that he should not. Even after everything, if he came across one he was finished, murdered on the spo
by ~blackcirclewalker
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relaxationI sip my tea, savor the warmth, and let things be.relaxation
My mind is free to wander while I sip my tea.
Relaxed--that's me, as I lean back and let things be.
I hear and see my music and I sip my tea.
After running three hard races I rest, and let things be.
I've found the key to feeling free. I sip my tea and let things be.
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