He must have recognised the look on my face.
"Hey, you here for the seminar?" He asked, his voice surprising me with its deep melody out of the darkness.
"Uh, yeah." I answered. Fresh out of high school, I had no idea where anything at Uni was, so I was proper lost.
"The lecture theatre it's in is Nor-Nor-east of here." He informed me. That didn't really help me, since I couldn't see the blinking red lights of the Skytower or the glittering solar blades of the Nufuel arcology to orient myself. He must have seen that in my face too, because he let out a strange rolling chuckle, almost like a cheetah's purr, and told me to follow him
Chapter Two: The Foundling
The young guard knocked gingerly on the door of Alpha Leos family quarters, and got sympathetic glances from the two well-built Pridesmen guarding the door. He really didnt want to have to wake Leo, but the situation outside seemed pretty important, so he saw the necessity. But still whyd it have to be him to do it? He sighed, and knocked louder. Leo never got enough sleep; waking him this early seemed unjust. But it had to be done. The door suddenly swung open, a groggy, bath-robed Leo asking, What? Whats so important you have to wake me up, again? as he rubbed his
Things yell at him
they slip barking while since significant
doesnt work on stream riding
ages either easy eventuated aching
presents the perfect opportunity shines and even
moon-rise the electrical way lest the mind slip slow
the lyrical heroin blue Alliteration and rhyme
tense and frustrated figuratively castrated anarchic freedom verse
innocence and cynicism jarring thoughtscape
like a magnet meteor flying through an irondust nebula.
Arrogance and self-absorption Missing corrupt throes of lyrical psychosis.
zone-inducing beat weave the screen neo-antiquated invisible enjoyment
thinking laterally the actual pseudo sp
Sergeant Pete
A naked woman covered in scars lies in a recliner in an otherwise empty room. In place of hair she has a headdress like Aztec royalty used to wear, only platinum and wired into her brain. She watches a small group of men emerge onto a city rooftop two hundred and thirty seven point five six kilometers away through a satellite uplink streaming direct to her inner eye. One of them is wearing a lifter exoskeleton and carrying something long and heavy. It trails a fat black cable to a large shiny box carried by two of the others, and from that box a thinner lead runs inside. She subvocalises a personal communication address.
The Factory, Chap1 Part 2 by DeadWeight69, literature
Literature
The Factory, Chap1 Part 2
He spent the day traversing the City, listening and watching on streets, at markets, and in bars. The layout of the City, he pondered, was sort of like a crosshair - and peculiarly suited to well-aimed roaming, that last thought making him roll his eyes as the corners of his lips twitched upwards at his unintentional pun.
He wandered the outskirts of the main gangs territories the Skulls in the North, their turf neatly bisected by the North Road; the Animals in the Southeast, their wedge of territory below the East Road, with the Megarena the hub of its own little road network; and the Golden Ones, i
The Factory, Chap1 Part1 by DeadWeight69, literature
Literature
The Factory, Chap1 Part1
Chapter One: A traveller arrives in Old City
Now that he was finally here, the dripping man was having second thoughts. This city, or City, he corrected himself, was too much like what hed always heard it was like. All the little nuggets of information hed gleaned during his incarceration in that place agreed with what was there, spread all around him. Hed always remembered it the opposite.
The sight of it, hed been told by those endlessly prodding poking needle-stabbing medics, the sheer greyness of it was enough that youd poke yourself in the eye just to see a bit
The slow, lazy
Languid laid-back
Relaxed flames
Of the fire
With the flue shut,
Fuel goes black
Embers light up –
Glow like mortal
Scarlet plutonium,
'Til they're all
Consumed, blanched
To lifeless useless ash –
You can't even lick it like snow.
All thus after lighting –
Match-flare latches onto the latest
Obsolete newspaper,
Lingers only briefly before lashing out
To bite the kindling,
It loves me for
Letting it taste
The old lumber
I have lavished on it
For its latest lunch,
Laughs with me
Wovwovwovwovwov
When I lift the handles
To let it suck air from
The room in which I sit,
Watching it warm me
Up and liste
He must have recognised the look on my face.
"Hey, you here for the seminar?" He asked, his voice surprising me with its deep melody out of the darkness.
"Uh, yeah." I answered. Fresh out of high school, I had no idea where anything at Uni was, so I was proper lost.
"The lecture theatre it's in is Nor-Nor-east of here." He informed me. That didn't really help me, since I couldn't see the blinking red lights of the Skytower or the glittering solar blades of the Nufuel arcology to orient myself. He must have seen that in my face too, because he let out a strange rolling chuckle, almost like a cheetah's purr, and told me to follow him
People say things
Like, "In a democracy you are free."
But they are liars -
Those words are falacy.
You have to go to school
You have to go to work
So you never find out
Where freedom does lurk.
Rules are detaining
They're so constraining
And even anarchy
Wont make us free.
There's no way to do it -
We're doomed to be slaves
For all of our lives
So badly depraved.
It's like that 'til we die
That is, if no-one lies
In heaven we are finally free.
What do you do
When sleep is like
An invisible
Telepathic
Poltergeist army
Slowing up your mind
Pricking your eyes
And tugging your eyelids down?
You can do two things:
You can fight it and fail
Or you can sleep and succeed.
Abandoned by friends
Betrayed by kin.
Over the Earth
I wandered to the ends.
Shambling through a soft
Desert parched by sin
I was a waterless husk.
So dry, no tears to cry.
But I found a fountain
A fountain full of doom.
And I drank my fill.
Out sprang a genie; he roared
'You Have One Wish, dry man."
So I said, "I want a weaver,
To weave my twisted life
Into infallible timeless space."
But he disappeared
Without a trace
And I was no better off.
So I drank some more
And shuffled north.
In this world does abound chaos
Filling so many with such loss
People are so vindictive
Of civilization this isn't indicative.
People just want to be happy
But to them the world is crappy.
Living in a trailor park
Or being afraid of the dark
People are cruel
Just for a lark.
There was a time when summer wasn't hot
When a tan was good
When girls had germs.
Now that's all changed
No more carefree summers.
It's all stress and strain
Leading to mental pain.
Sitting behind a desk getting fat
Pencil pushers and paper passers
That's no life.
A Celtic Wedding Snapshot by DeadWeight69, literature
Literature
A Celtic Wedding Snapshot
The Great Hall is barn-like, in that it is cavernous, but, unlike a practical, rough-hewn barn, it glows with the innate aura of wealth – its oaken timbers oil smooth and carved into dimly remembered brown legends.
Continuous white window lights ushers the flickering worthless gold of the myriad torches through the pelf packed wedding hall, causing the sweat on the brow of the gold crowned king to gleam like a broad lake under the face of the full moon. This royal sweat is not a mere product of the heavy heat that covers the room like a second cloak. His kingly brine is also the result of the lute-string tight tension whose twisted tend
What would new green grass
Be like for a sheep or cow?
Something like birds and glass,
Or kids and 'wow'?
Would it be bovine ecstasy?
Or maybe like chocolate,
I should go and see,
But i am human, as is writ.
These are idle musings
Mere flickers in my mind
There are things more confusing
In there you could find.
I'm not even sure
If they care about manure...
What chaotic light burns bright tonight?
Obviously one that doesn't heed my plight.
Somewhere in the centre of my burning churning yearning nerves is the heart of the matter.
I will not let the lush get crushed,
Will rush to save the lush from
anything anyone anywhere anyhow.
Nothing no-one notime nowhere noway will crush the bright lush.
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I always promise myself I wont leave essays til the last minute, but once again it's morning and I didn't sleep last night... The worrying thing is I hafta do 2 more in a row, tonight and tomorrow night...
Had my last exam yesterday, got wasted like a mofo friday night, went out last night and was part of the best looking table in the bar :) Looking forward to going to Gisborne to hang with my brother for a couple of weeks, and actually kinda excited about being homeless for a few weeks when I get back =P
PS: I can't change the mood from Screwed for some reason. Actual mood is Happy :)