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Waiting for the End
And here I stand Open hand The heavens bleed on my palm I wait The burn I sweat Life verified by this heat My mind seared with opiate memories I pace Embittered, waiting for death Stalling till my last breath Epicurean termination, my fingertips tingle The void nears I halt Place my hat on the wicker chair Do you have a dime to spare One last cup of coffee is all my care Let the ashen sip singe my tongue…
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drool
This is a stream of consciousness piece I wrote about being stuck in an aslyum. The image above is a purchasable crypto NFT art on the OpenSea Marketplace and Crypto.com NFT Marketplace. he lay broken because he must being so torn of flesh and mind how could he do else yet ponder the pitfalls of his twisted and muddled mind yet our Zea is struck with the difficulty of his lack his room stuffy and hot with not a small…
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What is Fear
The image created for this story is a purchasable NFT art you can find on the OpenSea Marketplace and Crypto.com/NFT Marketplace. Fitful, he ponders its meaning. John hasn’t moved the object from his porch in three days, fear being his master. The package would seem normal to most people but our dear friend John is rather terrified. Now, this might be perplexing, unless you understood the horror this box causes dear John. See, it’s the holidays and packages mean fear,…
