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Compromising With GodsI remember when main street 'till midnight with a cup of coffee was all it took, most nights. Did we really trade that innocence for old, worn apartment carpet where our every new stain is a chronicle we might all soon forget? Must we really try so very hard to write and set life onto index cards? Gathered around the flickering glow, drinks in hand, memories still fresh with the Statuesque idols, ideals, and goals that are only outstripped in their rawness by the moment that they were abandoned. Everyone must reconcile with growing old thinking aboCompromising With Gods
by ~Claymore27
Ghost HometownFor how many years has this corner bench been our bedrock? How many cups of coffee and cigarettes has it seen pass? When we're old, will we remember All the nights we tried to live there? Or will our memories wear away? Do even stones never last?Ghost Hometown
And how many times will we ever return there? And for how long will those old haunts haunt us?
And just how many Souls Called that old house home? Before it all washed through Before all were packed and gone Will we drive by and recall? Will we come back to it at all? or has
by ~Claymore27
A World Drawn In CrayonsCan you imagine a world drawn in crayons? It's the kind of thing we all made pictures of for the fridge, whether they really looked like our family or not, and it didn't really matter if you house wasn't really bright purple or not. And besides, who likes to color in a grey house anyways? Grey is for the part of the elephant that isn't draped in glorious brick red and goldenrod, as it parades about at the circus you visited last weekend. Nobody draws crayon offices or schools or factories. Those places are boring, and besides,A World Drawn In Crayons
you can always draw a money tree if you want
by ~Claymore27
A Small Song of SmilesOf what Merit Of what Cause Do we sing or Do we clap do we stare at the stars do we laugh with our friends or make music for our ends happiness and a warm campfire by the waters of calmed desires where every virtue, merit and law is fulfilled by familiar smiles and the only plan you need is to stay just a little while This has Merit It's our cause in and of itself in our happy dance in the evening calm In the Hearts of FriendsA Small Song of Smiles
by ~Claymore27
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A Strange Letter FoundA much-folded and faded letter was found among the personal papers of Professor Howard Rice after his death in 1936. The contents, more than a little puzzling and troubling, are presented here unedited for your review.A Strange Letter Found
June, 17th, 1908.
My Dear Friend Howard,
I am writing to you, from my room at the Kempler Arms, a run-down inn located in the God-forsaken port of Rockfish Harbor, North Carolina. I have just drank the contents of a bottle of brandy in the vain attempt to calm my nerves enough that I may commit the events of the last few days to paper before I collapse into much needed slumber.
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