A Dream of Apocalypse

Hall of mind
A strong storm outside the windows
Deafening thunder
Excitement to vague worry to fear
Finally the stone walls crack in half suddenly revealing a thin strip of dark sky
Shattered glass
The moment I have been waiting for

A Dream of Apocalypse

Climbing the soft wet hill, I glance around to see
Thick and cold soap bubbles stick to my gloves
Shirtless back trying to avoid the sharp pains of contact
Bright white labrotory light
Seeing man's ruin with only panic and fear

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She finds herself in a verdant field of rabbits and hares. Gray, floppy eared friends. nibbling privately on some discarded carrot stump, one of these blessed bunnies looks up and meets her eyes. she swears that it winks as her just as she wakes up. just another wonderful dream.

ALL OVER THE STAIRS INTESTINE WET WITH LIFE UNKNOWN. ENTER JE, LOOKING DOWN AT THE GROUND TO THE BROWN CARPET--WHITE SPECKS. FREEZE. RIGHT HAND EXTENDS OUTWARDS, IN QUESTION. FIRST AND FIFTH FINGER OUTSTRETCHED, REMAINING THREE IN LOOSE FIST. HAND ROTATES CLOCKWISE THEN COUNTERCLOCKWISE, A METHOD OF SENSING ACTIVITY. WITH CLOSE ATTENTION PAID TO THE UNIVERSE OF SOUND, A SHORT STEP IS MADE WITH CARE.

Fan Fiction

Settling on beyond the grave JE laugh to fill a cracking egg
Lecture parts taped over, enter John
Keen on buffalo bill a darling friend
Among the bright red loom marked freely by disaster
Life and air shrank down
E, A, S, T stronger

Whispering Anvils in the Wide Night

Being alive in the world posed the biggest problem, a man was wathcing all the while. He looked around and saw your face, black as the night.

Sell A Bell, A Breaking Laugh

Little problem with the world
The rooster wrecked a bleeding ant
We can sick on stairs with people sitting underneath
Write the block away

A bell a black a bleeding man
The ball is coming through
Hot concrete and little eggs

Instead of eyes I have
A block of butter
A tomato glass

tress sand all upper joke up in time and fall to all done bit a sick salt punish human life and hall turning soon a breaking class

all of a sudden

danger told a hollow wrist
lower back descending
all of mass pouring out the cup
streets became ours

slowly feet are frozen, cracking glass
on a skating rink
sound of front teeth scratching ice

took the plunge
feeling pool
i am a king

A Dream of Death

Coldest Night of Winter
I am in Homewood Cemetary
Everything happened at the same time