New OhioThey had all boarded the USS Gilowksi in search of a lost treasure, but by the time they had spent a mere 3 days sailing along the coast, they had already run ashore. One can't expect to travel very far in a wooden ship, modeled after the ones before steel were used, especially in such a modern world. He stood on the bow of the ship watching the remainder sink into the surprisingly dense sand hiding just inches away from the azure sea. He had seen many ships sink before, and this wouldn't be any different. He watched the remaining passengers flee the ship and swim for the coast. There was something unsettling and yet comforting about the coasNew Ohio
The City is SleepingSilence covers the city in a misty calm Shopkeepers closed for the night Their wares and smells linger in town folks' memories Businessmen, artists, thieves, beggars, saints, doctors All are sleeping, the city is sleepingThe City is Sleeping
The night sky, a coal cloud, whispers about the war Soldiers' spirits float with the long-traveled smoke of their graves They spread the haze apart to let the stars illuminate their families Children, wives, sisters, fathers, uncles, cousins The soldiers' silent, luminous farewell
Above, a formation of birds oversees the quietly breathing H
RerunHolden Caufield had the right idea Children shouldn’t be subjected to the adult world.Rerun
The TV is on and Dinner is ready. Hurry, Church is in and hour and then there’s soccer practice.
Everything is fine in the WASP nest. Life is what you make of it, and we can make it,
right? Or should we realize that the rye field isn’t there? That our economy is dropping like a stone tied to the leg of a fallen World Police officer? That a dream of children at the same dinner table is being canceled because people aren’t extroverted? That entertainment is being du
Car WindowsRoll the windows down at 59 miles an hour.Car Windows
The wind is the furious beat of a thousand drums pounding.
It is a cold wind. A brisk, robust wind that makes you feel alive.
Close your eyes. The turns and dips of the car as it careens down the patterned black ribbon, throws your balance.
The blast of air brushes your hair like seaweed in a fantastic hurricane.
The blurred white beams of other vehicles pass through the veil of your eyelids.
Your life is in the hands of the driver, and the only thing letting you know you’re alive is the endlessly deep thought that wards off all others.
Open the floodgates
Eager
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Johannes factotum.
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it's funny because they hate deviantart.
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you are an explosion.
What more ya want?
You must check out this person's photography.
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If all the world's a stage, I want to operate the trap door.
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