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Because hey, why not?
A World of Oil - Prt 2 I wake to evening. I can tell because the temperature is just barely cooler than when I shut down. I was out for around seven hours, twenty-four and half minutes. In the violet green expanse that is my world, I see all the little things that lay about. Shredded aluminum cans, a key or two, bottle caps, torn fabric and nylon, dirt, rubber pellets, bits of cardboard and paper, stones, little plastic toys that a child might find in his or her Happy Meal. And in the corner, a mostly empty tin of Marlboro Tobacco Chew and a beautifully carved, but corroding bronze frame. Within the life-still flowers and browned crown-moldinA World of Oil - Prt 2 by ~JakeClowd
A World of Oil - Prt 1 The dark, grimy tar sticks to my claws and apertures as I squirrel my way through the tires. The tires pile high above the filthy dirt. Like pristine mountains of doughnut shaped carbon above a river valley of dystopic earth, the tires are always stable, always giving me perfectly unique landmarks to follow. Well, most of the time. I often see the big-metal-yellow machines bring more in on the outskirts of my home. I stand on my back haunches and look as the machines dump more terrain for me to explore at a future time. My left aperture twitches, and I claw at a particularly stubborn piece of mud. The master comes, a hefty, stale human withA World of Oil - Prt 1 by ~JakeClowd
Little PrincesFaded photograph speaks to a distracted mindLittle Princes by ~Kitten-Pie
Too often reaching back for the summer haze,
To the kingdom of the long-lost days,
Where innocence and foolishness ran wild.
Moonlight and dust, recall oblivion again
Castle made of comics, magazines
So many dramas played out, so many scenes
Of idle folly: arm your champion with toys.
Where's the spirit's sanctum now?
Scattered as the cartridges and cellophane
Fleeting as a shadow dreamed on window-pane
King, you left the crown for brighter gold.