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Recipe for Two People in LoveIngredients:
1 overly attached friend
1 teaspoon of trust issues
A handful of exes
2 cups full of tears
2 cups of disappointment
Rage and sorrow to taste
1 jar of true love
Start with the exes. Add them one at a time to the pan. Slowly poor in the cups of disappointment. Sift it all together. When it looks incredibly painful and about to fall apart, add the tears and vigorously combine it all together. Check for taste; it should be incredibly sour. Add an overly attached friend and a teaspoon of trust issues. Bring it to a boil. When it's about to explode, add the jar full of true love.
Let it rest.
Serve with a side d
Lost ThunderThe sky flashed white for a second but only silence followed. With a sigh, the weary man sat on his cloud.
As he aged, his sight grew dimmer. Red and green were usually alive with light and power but now seemed only plain; undead colors painted from the same dead pigments as everything else in the world.
As he grew, his dreams become increasingly rare. Life was tough enough, with bills and taxes and jobs and tests. There was no time left for watching the sunset, for riding dragons in a thunderstorm, for wielding the essence lightning itself as a blade, for jumping from cloud to cloud keeping a wild smile in his face.
As time went by, his
Mechanical MalfunctionAs the midnight breeze fluttered his overcoat, he carefully checked all of his equipment. He clicked his night vision goggles on and sprang into action, jumping from the rooftop. He counted the floors as he fell, carefully aimed the grapple gun and shot. The steam engines made so much noise no one could hear him. He swung on the cable, kicking his way into the glass window, rolling in the floor and onto his feet. Success.
The door on the other side of the room opened with a mute click. Preferring action over thought for once, he ran. Pneumatic pistons on his boots clicked and clacked on every step, doubling the ground covered, increasing his
The day she stopped tryingShe stood in front of a clock store. When she was a kid, the constant tic tac of clocks felt comforting. She enjoyed watching clocks, be they mahogany pillars, small round ones hanging from the wall or cuckoos.
The grey sky vomited tiny drops of water, singing a sad song when they hit the black umbrella she had in one hand; the other hand rested inside her purse, squeezing something. She wore a dark brown overcoat, a pair of boots, denim pants and a shirt. Her perfectly applied make-up masked any imperfection that could have been born in the last two years. Her eyes, small from last night's crying, nervously scanned the deserted streets.
Where is the attitude?Hey everybody now her hair is blue
and she is thinking about a new tattoo
she is so sure about what she says.
No one can play just for having fun
what you do is not tough enough
and she shouts and pisses on everyone.
Where is the attitude?
Maybe it's the body piercing on her navel.
Maybe it's in the band she likes.
Maybe it's in her own prefab old radical speech.
Where is the attitude that I can't find?
I can't find.
What Am I? Lingering in that photo...
In that simple shot (still, I feel the bullet there)
I look, and I see a woman.
I am not a woman.
I have never worked for a lifestyle,
given birth for an allowance
I have never truly loved a man.
I am not a woman.
I do not have the means to
to wake, feel the calling..(oh, it calls, but I do not answer)
and move, move, move
until I reach a place of
I am not a woman.
Sometimes, I still take the
of my childhood and
place it on shoulders of
HelicaseHelio and I were always sitting on the stairs, chatting about the lamina and occasionally making snide remarks about ribosomes. There wasn't much for us to do. Our job was to simply be, and let the RNA scribble down the letters on our foreheads when they came around every once in a while. Helio was a G, I was a C. It wasn't exactly fulfilling, I suppose. There wasn't much to be filled. So to pass the time, we talked.
"You ever wonder?" Helio asked.
"About...well...what's out there." Helio and I were rooted to the stairs, quite happily, but it was awkward to move in. He kind of twisted in the general direction of the closest pore. "Out in the cytoplasm."
"I haven't," I admitted. "What's there to wonder about?"
"That's exactly the thing. I have no idea." Helio sighed, gazing into the distance. "Somehow it feels like we play this huge, huge role in something important, but how can we when we don't even know what that something is? I want to be something that, that has
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