

An WIP winter poemI am the Fire; Words that wick, kindle, and burst forth upon your precious fields.An WIP winter poem
But a fire that feasts only on brush burns itself out. People build the firebreaks and toss their water bombs. They seek to save their fields of dreams and opinions. Their Ambitions and Ideologies evaporating in smoke.
Asshole. Unbound Id. Destroyer of Worlds. Wandering Star. Nemesis.
He launches from Obsidian. The Black Moon that never fully sets. The reaction still burns for knowledge. Fan and fuel, or he will seek to set his fires anew. The se


WoodWhat for are you wood?Wood
Are you merely a tree? Are you alive? Are you real?
Are we not all trees? We humans spout our dendritic fears and propechies, Propagating along our dendritic nerves, growing, reaching towards the sun,
But we are not trees. Trees lead a tranquil existance. If humanity were a tree, We would be pine. Or perhaps not even pine.
We would be those mini trees that divide medians, those that are constantly moved, removed, and pruned, then ultimately torn up and thrown out by the Alabama Department of Transportation, only to replanted in by some arcane order of real
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On my tombstone it will say:
"Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat?"
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Sci-fist
(Just kidding, kind of.)
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At this time of year someone wants you to know that you are important to them.
We hope you enjoy this anonymous message.
Love,
The DeviantARTLove Ninjas
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On my tombstone it will say:
"Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat?"
Known Social Allergen
Sci-fist
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On my tombstone it will say:
"Ridentem dicere verum quid vetat?"
Known Social Allergen
Sci-fist
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Faith in humanity points: 120 out of 365
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