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(1.4) Truths below my hollowed heart
Since I’m an unreliable narrator, it’s entirely possible for me to create a narrative view that is a placebo, a placeholder for the truth, or a super vitamin for the mind. The tangent world experience I have, could entirely be a set up to a grand joke or game that I am playing without knowing…
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(1.3) Truths below my hollowed heart
Off this winding way spiraling down hell like a rehearsed drive without a hearse, flatline feels like waking calls to check in on me like I’m dead. Look in talented sophistication as I turn to the men that are capable cannibals that eat themselves in despair. I didn’t lather them in soft tasting scents for…
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(1.2) Truths below my hollowed heart
I cough a lung of sea water and I roll over to my knees. Up my head tilts to the sea from where I had left the ocean and at a sight of water as an aquatic ceiling of uplifted waters. But in the middle of mad mayhem of darkened and true ancient lores; as…
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(1.1) Truths below my hollowed heart
In a place I shouldn’t be, a time of day I shouldn’t be out in, and in a harsh weathering state out in the world as well as in myself. I walk close to the edge of a pier and I feel the water basking its weight when it jumps on top of the metal…
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From and To my youth Ch.4
The pain of a problem solved A virus (meaning a toxin or poison) is a small infectious agent that can only replicate inside the cells of another organism. Viruses infect all types of organisms, from animals and plants to bacteria. Although there are millions of different types, and are found in almost every ecosystem on…
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From and To my youth Ch.3
Too many alive to live In the past we were shown a gleam’s of what was to be repeated. Studies showed us there were 76 million people in 1900 and that it grown to 299 million by 2006. The TRF (total fertility rate) was 3.7 children per woman during the baby boom, and within the…
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Sticking to it
English 51A To a Boston meatpacking district where a man named Rick, yet likes to be call Red, he goes to work in a pig/pork factory right out of high school after getting a MCL tear in the right knee from high school hockey and couldn’t pay for the treatment for it so thus he…
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The Things We Carry: In A hurricane
English 51A “Come on we’re missing the wind, if you want to piss and cry for mommy do it on your own time. Not mine,” shouted to the greenhorn assistant of a real storm chaser who saw his many, many, shares of things brought about from an angry God. “It’s a hurricane, it’s air currents…
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Predestined survivor
English 51A Thursday 5:20-8:30 At a tremendously fast pace my knees rumble forward and back. In pain I stomp on the mud that shrugs apart and holds my shoes which petite dirt pieces I wish were shed off of me. But I have to run up this steep slum hill of moist and slippery mud.…
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Pick Pockets and Thieves
English 26, 11-9-15 After testing his restraints, after scanning the room of widowed faces, and after a long drag of air Hyman exclaimed, “Everyone is use to the smoggy mornings and the polluted nights of red amber lights from their electric sun, their cities. Every man is a child because of their ignorance while the…
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A quick dream that begins when you eat bad meat
English 26 6-9-16 Every Night has a praying expectation, that sleep would be a slowing sign to: a happily, blissfully,and a normally normal thing that sleep is thought off and prayed for. Round and round the tunnel rows to send the dreamer away and around the mind until the dreams end. Yet there is certainly…
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To my Poetic Style that inspires a lot of fights
Eng. 24 2016 The argument starts with my inspiration to write about the red velvet sweets that have tantalising legs, whom work on pch; but my girlfriend, doesn’t want me to write about sex. I take a wise repression to my devil emotions, that now change its directions, for my girlfriend. I write absurdly to…
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Conditional Noise
Eng. 24 2016 Written in the shaking doors Is the world being tossed around. Life outside those doors is becoming dark as the turning clouds. Whose skies are stuck on dark steroids. Big, curled in shapes, and making thunder roar From those dark muscles. I’m afraid of the iron grip of the storm seating on…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch:6 Section:1
I was at a church conference half of Friday and half of Saturday morning when I started to get sick or at least worn out. Preachers talked about how Christ went after the sinner, the theft on the cross, and those that needed redemption for their actions. Of course I was in the spirit of…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch:5 Section:1
Jumping ahead to the meat of my life in a summarized manner. After the parties, my sister was left with my brother in law. He had built a beautiful stand for my sister; with a hanging black and white portrait of her beautiful braced smile. Of course there were sunflowers by her urn. Mementos from…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch:4 Section:1
“I wish to dream of blessings, that my dear Heavenly Father will start up a prayer within me, I wonder what it would say in my head. Would it be an equation to solve a list of questions; like: is she alive and renewed in a new infant body, in heaven and happy, died satisfied…
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Departed Trail Book:1 Ch.3 Section:1
“By the flowers of some dream, I can’t help but see you there at night arguing with me about everything we would argue and share. I would always stand stupidly before you crying, cause you were my second mother. There will be no love like yours in my life, no matter if I have a…
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Departed Trail Book:1 CH.2 Section:1
Back to the hospital. I walked to the benches, in the front of the Hospital discharge and pick up, where I sat down. Time passed and my eldest brother came out crying and I sat next to him to comfort him a bit before he left to go with a family friend that came with…
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Departed Trail Book:1 CH.1 Section:1
Vacant of a sassy smile along with unfocused eyes. I couldn’t find any familiarity in who laid before me. Struggling to be still as pumps struck her with some working purpose to keep her alive. I heard harsh breathing from her; where before I knew her laughter and loudness. There was a brownish dye to…
Departed trail & Bitter trials. 