The Shallow Diary, Day 7
MAY 26th-
The dying, they die slow, in the Furnace Houses. They see the pain rise from under the skin, and explode into the agony of flesh torn asunder. We, the living dead, can sometimes hear the echoes of the dying, as a multitude of scorched flesh victims scream in unison. Perfection of a machine race to kill, slowly, and...
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MAY 26th-
The dying, they die slow, in the Furnace Houses. They see the pain rise from under the skin, and explode into the agony of flesh torn asunder. We, the living dead, can sometimes hear the echoes of the dying, as a multitude of scorched flesh victims scream in unison. Perfection of a machine race to kill, slowly, and...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 6
MAY 25th-
It's a double edge sword, survival instinct. Looking around at the current state of things, one wouldn't be looked down upon if they decided to curl up and die. But still we persist, still we continue on, still we fight for something. All the living have left is tomorrow, and if your not long past cynical, that is...
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MAY 25th-
It's a double edge sword, survival instinct. Looking around at the current state of things, one wouldn't be looked down upon if they decided to curl up and die. But still we persist, still we continue on, still we fight for something. All the living have left is tomorrow, and if your not long past cynical, that is...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 4 & 5
MAY 23rd/24th-
Some say they do not collect trinkets and trophies from their victims, some are wrong. I have seen rooms filled with all manner of hubris, all manner of the smug awareness of a conquering race. The human body itself is a special trophy, dressed up in freakish taxidermy shapes. Contorted into ghastly caricatures of life. A...
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MAY 23rd/24th-
Some say they do not collect trinkets and trophies from their victims, some are wrong. I have seen rooms filled with all manner of hubris, all manner of the smug awareness of a conquering race. The human body itself is a special trophy, dressed up in freakish taxidermy shapes. Contorted into ghastly caricatures of life. A...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 3
MAY 22nd-
The way beyond is lit with the fires of eternity. We are now wandering, aimless and alone. Small packs of bundled nerves, waiting to be frayed. Afraid of the answers to questions we keep to ourselves. Going a little more insane, getting a little more dead, growing a little less humane. We will soon be gouging out the...
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MAY 22nd-
The way beyond is lit with the fires of eternity. We are now wandering, aimless and alone. Small packs of bundled nerves, waiting to be frayed. Afraid of the answers to questions we keep to ourselves. Going a little more insane, getting a little more dead, growing a little less humane. We will soon be gouging out the...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 2
MAY 21st-
The Day after it falls, is the day after we all give in. Gave up the keys to the Kingdom of Tears, in hopes of a pat on the head. The Dark Corners of the brain, damaged in the fall, disconnected from Hope, from the answers deep within, we are all shame and frailty now. Even if The...
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MAY 21st-
The Day after it falls, is the day after we all give in. Gave up the keys to the Kingdom of Tears, in hopes of a pat on the head. The Dark Corners of the brain, damaged in the fall, disconnected from Hope, from the answers deep within, we are all shame and frailty now. Even if The...
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The Shallow Diary, Day 1
MAY 20th-
I don't know when the sirens began. I was lost among the many faceless others, a hollow being adrift in the shallows of modernity. I do remember being shoved in the shoulder, as a women, or girl, or no one, ran by. Soon the trickle of ones and twos, running away, running towards, doubled. It then tripled and...
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MAY 20th-
I don't know when the sirens began. I was lost among the many faceless others, a hollow being adrift in the shallows of modernity. I do remember being shoved in the shoulder, as a women, or girl, or no one, ran by. Soon the trickle of ones and twos, running away, running towards, doubled. It then tripled and...
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Ghosts in the Machine of Lust Transfer DataSex Streams of Inforotica Towards the Oblivion of Error Message Orgasms...
clio:
thank you!!
BurningEmberMomentS
By: J.
Law of the land passed across endless horizons skinning the atmosphere with a fine line of sarcastic wish fulfillment and a touch of lime my eyes hide the truth that my lies seek to uncover my mind loops in and out of anachronistic covers escalating costs of a wages of sin with the one that begins again the forget me not shower...
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By: J.
Law of the land passed across endless horizons skinning the atmosphere with a fine line of sarcastic wish fulfillment and a touch of lime my eyes hide the truth that my lies seek to uncover my mind loops in and out of anachronistic covers escalating costs of a wages of sin with the one that begins again the forget me not shower...
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alabama:
ok... no way. i thought i was cool, but you... you take the cool cake right out from under my feet. i want a vader toaster!!! where do you get one of those?
churtch:
Happy Birthday!
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