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Love SickThanks for letting me come back here. I feel kinda refreshed. You know, I was so tired the first time I came to you, I don't even know what I said or if I even introduced myself. Will it be alright if I started over? Thanks.
Ahem. Hello, viewers. I am Nash Keneko age twenty. Uh I'm done. I'm not one for huge introductions. Ha ha. I'm back home with my parents for a month vacation from school. I go to school a few states over from here, not allowed to say where of course.
So far my break is going alright. Guass is giving me a break from uh stuff, so I can just laze around and catch up on my comics. I don't have anything better to do. My girlfriend is now my ex so, no spending my money and time on her. I don't even think I should date anyone until I can get my insomnia under control. It would kill me if I snapped out of a hallucination to find a gal I loved bloody and broken body under me. I'm prepared to stay alone for the rest of my life. Yeah.
Southern modernizationBlack comedy market economy, banana peel political humour, cards with the cartels, the solution free room service and credit the union. Bolivar twist, ding dong dollar under control, valley of the coin desert with no value. Gangsta paradise, the victims are the people. Big mac and cold conflict interference a part of it all. In little Mexico you’d need a high horse to jump the great border wall that boasts its peak.
Viracocha melts waters unlike those it rose from, making waves of out of metal oceans to overtake the current south, re-steel, re-take, tech-mechs the entire south into neo-Machu Picchu, cyberpunk music moulding, reshaping old society into an new age, iron dynasty, fresh coat for an old, ancient look. The coattails of Quetzalcoatl if he were a modern man pull together the merge of future and long passed past..techno temples and the like.
SolaceShe never slept well in the dark,
not without the children of the sun and moon
to guide her weary lids home.
Guided by the aftermath, she was always two steps behind.
What did the world look like to the girl who had been through it all?
Braved the heaviest of storms,
yet skipping over cracks in the pavement.
They said her eyes were the wisps of clouds before the storm.
To him they were reflections of pages overlooked.
She said it was like she lived the life of someone she had never met.
Laid out to dry, yesterdays news.
He knew her as the girl who was built to never collapse.
He wished he was too.
He loved her more than words could say, and yet her pain was such,
that at times, he feared she wouldn’t make it.
But on nights like these, even when it threatened to consume her,
he became convinced that somehow she would.
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