i'm not actually full of love;Anyhow, this is my new front for my writing engine. No longer shall i throw my crap onto LJ for readers to be blase about it. I figure that this is an environment that encourages reading and commenting (god knows i need it) so I hope this wont be a waste of time. Off I go to post my stuff! Hoozah!
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cloneI just woke up about 10 minutes ago. I just felt the sudden urge to wake up; I have no dreams, so its not like I could\'ve been jolted from a nightmare into reality. Now that I look at the clock, I\'m a bit early. I\'m not supposed to wake up for another hour or so.clone
That\'s my clone\'s form over there, in that bed. He\'s exactly like me, in every way. I\'d say that we share the same memories, but that\'s impossible, because clones have no consciousness. They made sure of that when they started developing the mass production models. They\'re meant merely as the workforce... to give a packmule a mind would be torture. Come to thin
by ~ennui-x
the meaning of lifeI was right in the heart of the beast. Actually, I suppose a more correct metaphor would be to say that I was in the trunk of the tree. Only, I think I was actually somewhere around the roots, so maybe I was more at the root of the problem. This was, of course, the tree responsible for all of the rotten programming, media blitzes, and moral degradation throughout the spectrum of the airwaves. I\'m not entirely sure how I got in, but it was really damned crowded. I have a feeling that most of them were just tourists. Maybe that’s why I was there, but I really doubt it.the meaning of life
The blue tile that covered the place, from the ceilings, to th
by ~ennui-x
his perfect smellOne of my eyes is shut. Bleeding, blackened, marred; that’s all behind, but still my eye is shut. I vaguely remember the night he shut my eye, but not the exact moment. I couldn’t remember because I was unconscious and that usually entails my inability to remember what goes on. Though I’m sure if I asked him, he’d tell me what he did. He may even be glad to reenact his love. He says its love. I have to believe him, because I love him. At first I was scared when he played rough, but I grew to like it.his perfect smell
No, that’s wrong. I never grew to like it. I always liked it. I s
by ~ennui-x
AkiOn the way back to the dorm, I couldn’t decide whether to have my hands in or out of my pockets. If I kept them in, I could slouch a bit, and my posture wouldn’t mar my image… so that meant that if I kept them out, even though that would give me a little more freedom in stride, I would have to stand up straight. I kept one in and one out. I figured that would let me slouch a little, and I’d have the other hand to swing as I walked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him approach, but I was too engrossed in the play with my hands to notice; a black man carrying a bundle of fliers was walking towards me, hands outstretchAki
by ~ennui-x
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