perilsofbeing

i leave here with a pre-apocalyptic warning and the cycles of nature. seems rather ironic? not really. i dont even know if my online journal here will survive my monthly break from the shutdown. but hmmmmmm it feels wierd to type words onto this page and let everyone track them onto their brains, so let my voice be heard and (and i do like the...
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i felt like i should make at least one entry. so heres a poem i turned in last week.



The Club

It's dark when the humans gather,
to dance as one.
They come here to mate, to show off
in the confusion.

The DJ fills the cave with pulsating tribal beats,
while society breaks down into primal
ecstasy.
Old rituals remind them of the pleasures...
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