Between the Skyscrapers

where is a place for old people?

I'll go on a journey.

Somewhere on this Earth there is a person a person who has done unthinkable things a person who groomed a young girl online, told her to cut herself, told her to kill herself a person who took a man's daughter away and left a hole in him forever this pers…

hateful people have to sleep hateful people brush their teeth hateful people eat and drink and walk and talk and think hateful people are just like us in ways we don't suppose it's weird how we're similar- and strange to juxtapose!

Starward I send the cast foretold, fortuitous desire-weaving with decadent thrusts testing the physics of sand, it stands but who were they, who applauded me?

I was an eight-year-old girl when I died.

Sometimes it starts before I wake up.

Sometimes you look at all the horrible things, and how they get away with it all, and wonder if the cycle will ever end: the pride and subsequent fall.

Earth- it's quite pleasant in many places when you're far enough from humans settle down in a quaint village learn the stories see the ruins don your boots and coat and hat cold weather awaits, and you've come to terms with that catch the Sun's reflection…

Internet people like to peel a fruit and argue endlessly about the rind, ignoring the content of character behind.

On days like this, I have to fight THE URGE.

We had gone to see the movie at an old theater, fully restored to look like it did in the golden days of the silver screen.

the lengths we have to go to are expanded by our division while we seek to exonerate the truth someone else is doing a revision and so we are tasked with strategizing to make the right decision our energy spent not on living but on avoiding the next colli…

I'm looking at a Trump supporter.

in devotion's name I grab the chains navigating on a higher plane where transformation requires slow death and though this wisdom is arcane to ignore it is to abandon myself and become that which I disdain which inwardly is a torture that I cannot sustain…

the big pain... ow they don't deserve to see me now they did this, or rather did it by omission left behind like a scrap at the bottom I had to adapt- by spinning in my grave until I dug a hole straight through... to the dark side. despite how it may seem…