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I really don't care if you're alive or dead if you love me or if you don't I am not really in love with you and the reason is simple I had all my love removed It took awhile to drag it out of me but I had help Thanks to the miracle of modern surgery they only had to make a small cut and then they removed it with a stripper I didn't ask them to use local they had my head turned away but just before I caught a glimpse of ultrasound Pick me out of the lineup I'm easy to find. I have a number beneath. I am smiling. I try to sleep . I'm wide awake. They won't leave me alone. They don't take vacations. I don't care if you hate me. I don't care. If you think. I'm passive. agressive. If I'm. drama. If I'm. You. If I'm. Me. I don't care. If you love me. I just want your love to bite into my chest and with elegant stainless grace push the warmth of your hand into everything I am ...

You know you're not quite the same now what's going on? You know it's time to talk in hushed whisper something's wrong. You know father says your mother's right you need to take a good hard look at yourself and ask yourself what you really want tell me your goals let's talk let's work this out let's make things right You know we really want you to be happy we're doing this for your own good this is going to hurt me more than it hurts you

I get confused. A daughter. A son. But everyone else is fair game. Even you. It's a beautiful thing to be dark within dark and pain within pain Cold vacuum No other possibility Why would I be kind Why would I help any living thing I hate them all everything that breathes I despise single cells and their pathetic feelers clawing their way through clear liquids I want to tie bacteria and virus shoelace together And watch them fall and laugh at them I want to cut off your boob job wipe the makeup off your face and take you out behind the doggie diner dog heads and bite you

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It feels better biting down we touch in the way we can no arms we breathe by machine and take vacation in our sleds planet air and our thousand year savings accounts we go to the restaurant see the carp undying in chinese zero gravity to look but not touch tumors jut from soft white scales blind its thoughts broken they say touch the glass for luck and long life ravaged by age related disease our parts gleam in the halflight one thousand years old dreaming of nice girls and black cars and sludge coiling around its gills like smoke. nice thoughts nice friends we remember the clan wars how in zero g heads do not loll lifeless mouths do not drop open and sharing dinner together before we both go back into the black verse we both look to the glass and see the ancient, undying carp has already forgotten who he was or why he is here or if he is even in an aquarium and we fold space from Ix to navigate our ships through space mo...

You will start with: Near our house there is an old tunnel through which runs a disused and very rusty railway line. One day, armed with a powerful torch, I decided to walk through it to see where it led to. Write two paragraphs. I walked on. Farther. The light of my torch illuminated the walls. The walls seemed to be covered with the roots of trees. At first, I was not sure if the man was an illusion. If the roots or limbs of the trees had formed in the distance to become the shape of a man. He speaks in broken spanish, and she responds in english. I listen. He talks. His voice seems to come from everywhere. And nowhere. He says that he ran here. But his shoes are clean and his suit is pressed and nice. Then my tourch failed. But where the man is, there is a fire. I sees lettering on the wall. "Chernobyl." His voice is warm and his words are polite and I feels safe. But something is not right. At last his story is done. And then a chill came over her body. An...