Stanza For The LivingA STANZA FOR THE LIVINGStanza For The Living
They know what it’s like on the other side: twelve maidens cried for the empires that died.
She knows what it’s like on the other side: she screams, “It hurts!” in her semen stained skirt.
They know what it’s like on the other side: Fat men in nice suits, searching out recruits.
It know’s what it’s like on the other side: The creator sees sin, and destroys it again.
They all know what it’s like on the other: With a body full of cancer, they fight the necromancer.
They know what it’s like on the other side: As she sits drinking
Atonements With Louis C. Fuhr“Well Mr. Smythe, you just don’t learn do you?” The slender judge sat in his high chair with the PreTrial Report of Edward Smythe in his hands.Atonements With Louis C. Fuhr
Edward stood up straight behind an oak table. His head shook as he stared at the ground in shame. His attorney, whom The State issued, stood next to Edward with his hands on his hips; speechless.
“Since this is your second drunk driving offense, we can not accept this plea bargain.” The judge looked up from the papers before him and stared through Ed with his light blue eyes. His pale face became flush with anger. With a grim expression said, “Because you are so har
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so I'm a writer that can't spell. I'm an artist that can't make a straight line. My reality is mostly fantasy to evryone else. I'm not entirly sure i ever had a mind to lose. life for me is as simple as I breath....I belive.... I AM!
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