“I killed them all!” Father Time laughed to Mother Nature. — therebemonstershere.com

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Lying behind these lack lustre, whimsical if it so pleases you, eyes of mine. Dread portal’s to this, my very soul. A hellish black beast stirs. Raising its foul head, it is the breath of a corpse that reaches forth like a snare. Horrid, pungent, unrelenting. Washing over you, me. Something, as vile as a torrent […]

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  1. You do. Your words are the poetry of the soul, and your ability to use them is beyond reproach. Embellish them, revel in them, and be buoyed by them, for your words not only relate to the world around you, but shape it from within. Well done you, and keep doing that groovy thing you do, and do so well.

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