

end of chaosthe maelstrom arrives and we try to fight it off. we try but can do nothing against the raw might of death itself, this black face of evil that consumes all in its path; we, but tiny particles to be swept away, can do naught but hide, biding our time while we slowly rot away. this constant, pounding rhythm beats into our skulls as we lie on the ground, defenseless, the rain dissolving our skin, flooding our innards with the stinking muck of millennia's worth of entropy. as our minds are infiltrated, cend of chaos


goneLeft behind, I stand here shivering against the biting wind. I see your cold silhouette fading in the darkness, your shape no longer discernable against the night sky and I can only wonder, Where did I go wrong?gone


traini lie here among this wetness, entangled in these sheets, (or was it lies?) and wonder. i wonder about the little things, the big things, the groundbreaking and insignificant. i wonder how it all came to this, and where it will go next. nothing complicated, (though it all is, i suppose) certainly nothing original, just my pointless little wonderings, the musings of a young idiot. sometimes i even write them down, arrange them in pretty little rows, or try to morph them into tactile forms instead, so that all you estheticians and artsy types out thetrain
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Malka V. Photographie
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Jim Gin
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"Ever tried? Ever failed? No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." - Samuel Beckett
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"Ever tried? Ever failed? No matter. Try again. Fail again. Fail better." - Samuel Beckett
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