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The king sat in his throne, the tall back casting a shadow that engulfed the old warrior and stretched across the audience chamber until it came to re..
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With a roar the wave crashed into the rock and coated me in a fine salt sheen, the beach was black and jagged, the pacific ocean white and churning be..
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The night was heavy with dust and the smell of horse dung, I curled my lip at the stench of gathered humanity. Copper case strung across my back I kep..
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I can feel it building, a cyst of madness in my soul, I see my reflection in the window and open my mouth in a silent scream.Years and years of lost l..
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I stir the ashes with the sacred finger bone, I need to rattle the chains and stir the dark things from the pit that lies deep inside the heart of my ..
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Perception is not the same as understanding, presented with the impossible the human condition can be counted on to create a reality far more palatab..
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Washing up on the shore of life, feeling like a primordial monster struggling in the light and heavy air.Feeling for the old experience, the rush of c..
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They sit atop the twin spired mountain, clouds as thick and tall as the world, what wonders do they hide?
Olympus herself behind their white majesty,..
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Smooth saxophones and rough smoke, dirty puddles and reflected neon,
interconnecting letters of sparkling green and bleeding red. It's an
eye sore, ..
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There are two people inside every mind, the hemispheres and separated
by a minuscule river of fluid but it might as well be the raging amazon
for al..
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