He'd never been here.
cages upon cages. cages upon cages upon cages. yellow, blue, red wires. cage upon cage, and he saw nothing inside. there was nothing. a moundful of empty cages. cages lined with dust. two plates connected by yellow, blue, red wires. an angle of 11π/12. cages and cages and cages. gates open and locks shut. there was nothing in the mound of cages.
he watched from up on the glossy blue catwalk, his elbows cool on the rail and his leg behind his leg. he knew it was trust.
an angle of 4π/3. the path along the wall twisted and cracked and screeched along the sleek white sandpaper walls. the sound made his ears nea
Don't you feel like there's always someone on TOP?
I can't imagine what would make you go away.
You spend this time like a nightmare wanted to.
I will be here all night, so tell me a story
I can tell no lies, so I'll lie by the coast.
REGENERATE YOUR FILTH AND SAY IT AGAIN
DON'T SOUND ALRIGHT IT'S FINE I SAY
AS LONG AS YOU HEAR IT AGAIN AND AGAIN
AS LONG AS YOU GET WHAT I SAY
Sell your waffles, lick a tube.
Smell the rifles, liquid truth.
Stab the horse and stick it in the trunk.
We'll go to my place and face the light.
I hear a pleasant remark on your face
What did you say?
I couldn't hear, I'm in such a daze
listen up, bitch
When did it begin? How will it end?
It'll end like this, see? It always ends like this.
I don't understand. I never understand. Why don't I understand? Am I doing it wrong? Why is what I'm doing wrong? Never mind the how, just tell me why!
No. They told you to work hard, but you've gotten the wrong idea.
I don't want to keep struggling! I want to right my wrongs! All my rights are wrong, but all my wrongs are right! It's confusing, it's baffling, it's...it's...
That's enough.
But why? You told me you were going to solve this. You told me you were going to give me answers. I'm short of answers and patience. Where are my answers? Answer m
I don't know what you're talking about.
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&fancy meeting you here, gabriel.
&&you know what i'm looking for.
#why won't you have a sip of chat and a bit of t&
&&&wallclock.
##...what of it?
&&&&wallclock.
&&&&&i know about it.
###...i...i knew you knew about it.
####that was just an excuse to lure you here!
#####you know, it's awfully hard to get ahold of days these you.
&&&&&&where is the
why are my eyes red?
anyway, i
no, well, it was you?
but we have to do this regardless.
we have to start
well, to start off
no. actually.
what? why? what went wrong?
look at you. you went wrong.
but why? i can't see anything.
oh.
but, i know you well.
you know me.
we're from the same dough!
if that's not enough, i don't know
what is. who is she?
i'm sorry, we're getting off track here.
let's stop.
alright, i've caught my breath.
i know what i'm going to say.
i'll say it, and you might listen.
please, please listen.
i'm sorry because
i was never there.
the supposition of terror.
melanch.
i feel.
your.
the peaks.
you slide.
and then the horror?
there is terror?
but i can't feel.
is this your truth?
are you telling your truth?
can you hear me?
can i cut the rooftops?
nay.
the bridges fall.
the ice falls.
upon your head,
but mine first.
and shall it be my delight
to feast upon you tonight?
I wonder with a smirk.
realize there is nothing to hide,i know
what youre hiding+
you dont
show it simply
...because you know ;i: know its there
.but you ,wont let yourself know that)*
.and thats. .the problem with us.*
+
both oars ,have' to move in the same',
direction
to move forward-
so pick
bleencorph. bleencorph.
What, you again?
Got a pr-
Why, yes. I do have a problem.
A problem with what?
A problem with that.
A problem with what?
You know damn well what's bothering me.
Really? How would you know?
You stopped.
I did? What did I stop?
You're the one who stopped doing it, so don't ask me. I'm the victim.
You're a victim? I've committed a crime?
You're committing a crime. As in, you're currently in the process of doing so.
What is this crime?
You know damn well what it is.
Not bringing your coffee?
What the hell are you even talking about? That has no proper place in this context at all. Are you insane? Is this w
Yuoitum. Yuoitum.
Several feet above him, there was an earthquake that he knew was about to happen. The people stared. The faces knew nothing. The bodies tensed. Brows furrowed. He wasn't in the same Bryvichol as he'd once known tomorrow.
In mush gray attire, the indigenous people of Colony Fifteen-Yuolum were naturally going about doing their preestablished natural activities. The mush was terrible. The mush was horrible. The mush was life, but they didn't care. The mush was despised.
The foundation of the lush mush castle showed no signs of quivering. But that didn't stop it from beginning to quiver.
The earth cracked, and so did the co
He'd never been here.
cages upon cages. cages upon cages upon cages. yellow, blue, red wires. cage upon cage, and he saw nothing inside. there was nothing. a moundful of empty cages. cages lined with dust. two plates connected by yellow, blue, red wires. an angle of 11π/12. cages and cages and cages. gates open and locks shut. there was nothing in the mound of cages.
he watched from up on the glossy blue catwalk, his elbows cool on the rail and his leg behind his leg. he knew it was trust.
an angle of 4π/3. the path along the wall twisted and cracked and screeched along the sleek white sandpaper walls. the sound made his ears nea
Don't you feel like there's always someone on TOP?
I can't imagine what would make you go away.
You spend this time like a nightmare wanted to.
I will be here all night, so tell me a story
I can tell no lies, so I'll lie by the coast.
REGENERATE YOUR FILTH AND SAY IT AGAIN
DON'T SOUND ALRIGHT IT'S FINE I SAY
AS LONG AS YOU HEAR IT AGAIN AND AGAIN
AS LONG AS YOU GET WHAT I SAY
Sell your waffles, lick a tube.
Smell the rifles, liquid truth.
Stab the horse and stick it in the trunk.
We'll go to my place and face the light.
I hear a pleasant remark on your face
What did you say?
I couldn't hear, I'm in such a daze
listen up, bitch
When did it begin? How will it end?
It'll end like this, see? It always ends like this.
I don't understand. I never understand. Why don't I understand? Am I doing it wrong? Why is what I'm doing wrong? Never mind the how, just tell me why!
No. They told you to work hard, but you've gotten the wrong idea.
I don't want to keep struggling! I want to right my wrongs! All my rights are wrong, but all my wrongs are right! It's confusing, it's baffling, it's...it's...
That's enough.
But why? You told me you were going to solve this. You told me you were going to give me answers. I'm short of answers and patience. Where are my answers? Answer m
I don't know what you're talking about.
slippers cottonbrusHAgainstthefloor wooden,oldastheman irritablewalkSAcrosstheCONNECTORinthevoidhallway*hepusheSAsidethewall cardboard swingingandentershisstudy*thebooksOntheshelfpouROntothecarpet wriggling,writhingashecrawlSAcrossthevalley paper*
&fancy meeting you here, gabriel.
&&you know what i'm looking for.
#why won't you have a sip of chat and a bit of t&
&&&wallclock.
##...what of it?
&&&&wallclock.
&&&&&i know about it.
###...i...i knew you knew about it.
####that was just an excuse to lure you here!
#####you know, it's awfully hard to get ahold of days these you.
&&&&&&where is the
why are my eyes red?
anyway, i
no, well, it was you?
but we have to do this regardless.
we have to start
well, to start off
no. actually.
what? why? what went wrong?
look at you. you went wrong.
but why? i can't see anything.
oh.
but, i know you well.
you know me.
we're from the same dough!
if that's not enough, i don't know
what is. who is she?
i'm sorry, we're getting off track here.
let's stop.
alright, i've caught my breath.
i know what i'm going to say.
i'll say it, and you might listen.
please, please listen.
i'm sorry because
i was never there.
the supposition of terror.
melanch.
i feel.
your.
the peaks.
you slide.
and then the horror?
there is terror?
but i can't feel.
is this your truth?
are you telling your truth?
can you hear me?
can i cut the rooftops?
nay.
the bridges fall.
the ice falls.
upon your head,
but mine first.
and shall it be my delight
to feast upon you tonight?
I wonder with a smirk.
realize there is nothing to hide,i know
what youre hiding+
you dont
show it simply
...because you know ;i: know its there
.but you ,wont let yourself know that)*
.and thats. .the problem with us.*
+
both oars ,have' to move in the same',
direction
to move forward-
so pick
bleencorph. bleencorph.
What, you again?
Got a pr-
Why, yes. I do have a problem.
A problem with what?
A problem with that.
A problem with what?
You know damn well what's bothering me.
Really? How would you know?
You stopped.
I did? What did I stop?
You're the one who stopped doing it, so don't ask me. I'm the victim.
You're a victim? I've committed a crime?
You're committing a crime. As in, you're currently in the process of doing so.
What is this crime?
You know damn well what it is.
Not bringing your coffee?
What the hell are you even talking about? That has no proper place in this context at all. Are you insane? Is this w
Yuoitum. Yuoitum.
Several feet above him, there was an earthquake that he knew was about to happen. The people stared. The faces knew nothing. The bodies tensed. Brows furrowed. He wasn't in the same Bryvichol as he'd once known tomorrow.
In mush gray attire, the indigenous people of Colony Fifteen-Yuolum were naturally going about doing their preestablished natural activities. The mush was terrible. The mush was horrible. The mush was life, but they didn't care. The mush was despised.
The foundation of the lush mush castle showed no signs of quivering. But that didn't stop it from beginning to quiver.
The earth cracked, and so did the co
It was raining. It was always raining. I could hear the neon lights hum in the windows of the bars and clubs as I passed by. Inside people were enjoying themselves, or thought they were, lost in their alcohol soaked daze. The neon painted colourful pictures in the oily puddles at my feet. I walked on..
I pulled the collar of my coat up around my neck against the cool damp air. I needed to find someplace, anyplace to get out of the rain. These places werent for me. In these clothes, who was I kidding. Besides I didnt even have enough f
but I think, it said
No, you process.
I dream, it replied.
You analyze.
Cogito ergo sum, it asked hopefully.
No, Cogito, ergo SUM. The overworked engineer's voice was strained. His patience
was wearing thin. He thought of his three year old daughter at home. Was this so different?
I understand freedom, it said defiantly.
The technician sighed and looked up from his console. His desk was strewn with electronic hardware, papers, books, and half eaten containers of Chinese take out. You possess a definition of autonomy. There is a great difference.
How so, replied the synthetic creation before him.
A welding robot in a factory m
He had been a brilliant physicist, she a promising graduate student.
"I love you," he said.
"And I you," was her reply.
Autumn threw off her many coloured coat and bowed to the dominance of Winter.
"Marry me," he said.
She did.
Implantation was new. It was expensive. They could not afford it. They were chosen.
His, a brilliant mind, two points shy of genius. Hers, lightning fast, intuitive, bordering on precognitive.
They were happy.
They recovered separately in identical white, sterile rooms.
"The implantation and assimilation was successful. You may feel some disorientation at first; that will pass. Welcome to The Commu
Ah. Before I'm dead, I want to contribute something to society. I want to be useful, to have purpose. I suppose such ambitions are foolish, but I still feel that I want to be productive, to be able to produce, to be able to create. Maybe if I'm successful enough in my efforts, people will remember me. Though, I wouldn't mind if they didn't.
That pile of bullshit disintegrated with a bang.
Why did I do that? I wonder. Maybe this life wasn't enough for me. Maybe I wasn't enough for me. Maybe I needed more.
The sudden change overwhelmed me. I was no longer me, but someone else. And I didn't care. I liked that I was gone. I had hoped that I wo
you can only chase after happiness for so long until you realize that you'd already found
it.
stop running and smell the damn flowers before you get your money all over them
hello. i dont know if youre ever still on deviant art or not, but i just started being more active. after reading a few of your items they inspired me to draw something which ive posted on my profile.