Midjourney Art
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…“I wanted to ask you before the others arrive, was it worth it?” Jeramiah hisses through his Cheshire cat grin. “I-I-It’s not over yet,” Lenny stammers. Jeramiah laughs softly. “Of course it is Lenny,” he scoffs. “You just don’t know it yet.” Lenny tries to get to his feet, only for Jeramiah to push him…
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a sickness not yet known,familiuarity singled out in stone,we sought,yet asked no name,we came here to ask,silent was our greeting,spurned on with tortue,forgotten was out time,memories turned into a moment,one not asked to cherish,forgotten in the endings,west went the night,tomorrow the fate was given,as the sun rises high,we see the thoughts as they become,pictures across…
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eyes faded and green,looked on me,broken and bloody,I lay crumpled in a heap,who was I,was I complete?swollen in ways I never knew,parts detached,forgiveness vacated from shape,I ask,yet receive something else,your trusted words,sultry and slurred,what was,my body in a shiver,underneath the lies,hides a truth not seen or sought,open and lay here,where our fates end,and our forever’s…
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…“A mathematical equation does simply not solve itself Mister Sullivan, it must be nurtured. It must be stroked into eruption of its answer as if it was your very own member. It must be desired like a woman you want to make passionate love to, and then it will provide you with the answer.” Caplain…
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…“The colourisation used when highlighting the peaks of each mountain shows a hidden talent I had never expected to see in someone so void of talent. I’m impressed Jacob, BRAVO! BRAVO!” Fletcher spits with excited enthusiasm as he slaps his hands together in an almost rhythmic fashion. “I had chosen you to move on to…
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bringing the beat back,the noise winds its way into the endless corridors of your ears,venturing forward without purpose,vibrating the inner workings,sewing seeds unsown,the symophonies sung to an endless song,we are,you arnt,your demonic smiles die,while the ground swallows you up,taking you home,for the rebirth of a soul long destroyed by decay,saliva dripping,blood letting,devin interventions,let it go,before…
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you spit on me,my favitroute friend,disgusted with my wickness,you play with my shit,disgused as a debt paid,full standsards met,reversal of nature,you asked for it,while the days ticked by,the sun dropped from the sky,devil in a red dress,as it fall to the ground,knee at my alter,swallow me,disgust me,as I desguse you,threaten my sainty,while my mind wanters…
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…He takes a long, deep drag upon the cigar, before pulling it free and blowing a waft of smoke across the room. “There was a time way back when, when I knew everyone’s name without even taking a moment to think. I could crack a dozen, and then another, and still have time to recite…
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…“This signal you speak of, was it red or blue?” “What does the colour matter? All I know, is that I saw something regardless of its colour, isn’t that enough!” Devon spits through teeth clenched and broken. “The colour means EVERYTHING and MORE, even the end of days has a foretelling that is not lost…
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a labour of smite,the devils dog,woven in spaces taken in time,we delve,down in the broken wine,over the meadows of my mind,there sits a place not far,jaded in the memoeries of waht was,swollen in the symphonise of waht are,we see it,feel the flesh tear,turn me into the image,sweat sweet soiled images,hello from aboeve,I am no longer…
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dismayed by the dreams gone away,a mirror shit with shifted purpose,not a reflective surface but a spitting sheet,i abuse the face that looks at me,prove myself to the one who hates,a seeded vessle,waiting to flower,my betrayer,the deciveer,myself,a wicked way to burn,as sthe showdow of my own viasge,suffocateds to self,that was myself,take a look around,look at…
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…“A Shoe? Really?” Kevin says as he screws his face up with confusion. “Yup, a big old FUCKING shoe!” Conner says with a thrusting nod of his head, and a corny wink. “And why a shoe?” “Why not?” “You realise that’s not an answer, right?” Kevin asks as he rummages around his thick head of…
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…“He rostered us both on, just so he could revel in the uncomfortably, it’s that simple.” Sammy says through clenched teeth, as he casts a sideways glance towards Sonya. “You give that a-hole more credit than he deserves, he’s not some evil supervillain looking to extract his final revenge, he’s filling shifts with whoever can…
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…“Wednesday,” Jamie says quickly and without hesitation, bringing all eyes down upon him. “Are you sure?” Henry asks as he looks over his wire rimmed glasses. “I am positive,” he answers back. “Well,” Henry says with an exacerbated sigh as he leans back, places his glasses on the bench before him and kneads his Russ…
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we sell the soul that is not ours,a wisdom,lost in the hours upon hours,tomorrow,that was not,today was as is,silent,hopeless lost,a saint above,the sky opens up,warmth,glowing,filling my cup,the golden red,the sea within,let it flow,let this be my end…
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we spoke,yet did we see,you were here,yet neither was me,the cracks showed through,the walls feel down,over the bourndries,a face painted clown,laughed to cry,hidden in design,my smile a mask,flavour my task,sucullent salvations,tastings not solved,winter is coming,old,yet not sold…
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…Sammy thrusts Jason against the wall and digs his fingers into the open gash that spills a sea of red from it. “Does it hurt, little brother? Are you in pain?” he seethes through clenched teeth. “I-I-I, I’m not g-g-going to give y-y-you the s-satisfaction of knowing,” Jason stammers, as he forces a smile across…
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…“Tell me and tell me straight. Do you think that someone like me, could ever give someone like you the time of day?” Nigel asks with a furrowed brow and twisted tongue while thrusting a finger towards Catherine. “I-I-I, I don’t understand the question,” Catherine stammers, as she looks around the room and the others…
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…The door rips from its hinges, and Delargo steps into the room, letting out a gruff thrust of air from his pulsating nostrils while flexing his muscular form like a wrestler announcing his arrival to the ring. “WHO BE THE DOG BASTARD WILLIAM WATTS!” he roars as he eyes each of the petrified faces who…
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quiet was the light,silent was the night,over the rainbow of my dreams,we saw the sights unseen,we weathered the storm,that was our lives,we begged,pleaded,swore,alive,but not living,the blindness of it all,swelling onto our shores,waves lapping,seas swimming in the rotten,a pulse,purge me free,the eye that was mine,was not me…